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Passion357 -> RE: Saying "I hate you!", Name calling, and Fighting (4/10/2007 8:35:57 PM)
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Greetings, All, quote:
Both you and him need to step outside of the M/s box for a few have a good heart to heart communication about the problems. [:)] Whoa there, Whip, lol. I think I need to be a bit more clear. We did this seperation 8 months ago. It's done, problem solved. It works for us. When we first told our family of our home setting they were all "omg what's wrong??"...lol..."nothing- It's what's *right*..." >>I guess you'd have to really know us to understand truly. He has an older brother that has his own room much as our own setting...only Dark has seen this room...LOL<< Before that, starting around Christmas 2005, (edit 2005 not 2006) I slept on the couch-bed of the den because 1) I had the flu, constantly, and could not sleep in his room because the heater didn't keep it warm enough. 2) I have scoliosis.(edit curvature of the spine) His bed is way too hard for me, I need something softer, and the couch bed is softer. I could get a good nights sleep and actually walk the next day! LOL During what I call our "Bad time" when all this was going on... First he was working driving a friggin log truck. Working days, which is unusual for him as he has worked nights most of his life. He worked from 4 am to anywhere from 4 pm to $%^$ 10 PM. They were wearing him out! He'd come in the door at night and he'd look 90 years old...all red faced, drop his bag, take off his boots and I swear the man looked like he wanted to cry some nights. It was not all his fault. Nor mine. It got to where he didn't have time for me anymore. When he got home he had barely enough time to eat and bath. Sometimes he'd skip one or both of those. And yes I had to sit back and watch this...we were going down FAST. He didn't have time during the week to sit and talk with me...literally..and it got to where on his days off all we did was fight. He is the type when arguing and it gets too heated, he walks away and cools off. Well, it got so bad I couldn't let him keep walking away. I HAD to be heard. I was tired of talking to the walls and we had been so out of touch with our friends and family I had noone else to talk to! I could get (edit- give him) about 5 - 10 mins of space long enough to start a ciggy and burst into tears, then off to his room I went to try and talk it out. He hadn't had NEAR enough time to chill. I didn't have my own space. We had a den, an office, his bedroom and kitchen. The (edit formal) living, dining, and other bath room were underconstruction, so to speak. The only other room was where I sit now, the office, which back then was the: Playroom/slave parlor/dungeon/hideout...it's been everything LOL But I didn't feel it was *mine*, so to speak. It wasn't big enough and in the middle of these arguments he had a big ole bedroom to go into. With his decorations and his bed and his TV...He HAD space. I had a cramped playroom...what-have-you with a stereo, couch, game table, many various end tables, and a coffee table...no TV, no bed- couldn't sleep on the couch -way too uncomfortable. Stereo too loud on account it's right next to his room. ( My idea of get away space is loud music...I have base boosters...I didn't want to fan the flames by cranking up...) I was just to cramped. And he never heard me tell the walls that! I started clamming up, sweaty palms, couldn't look him in the eye, bottled up emotions.... I was losing myself sloooooooowly... So we elected to split the house. It's a huge house...we weren't using it all anyway, so we did this. It works. We are happy, safe, and getting healthier by the day. I have lost much weight, as I was trying, and he has, too, and we both eat healthier. Right now I can't recall our last argument.[:D] On another note: We have no "M/s box". I am slave and he is Master 24/7 no matter what. There is no box to step out of and evaluate the situation. (Many arguments have been settled in the past with me kneeling at his feet and him sitting in his recliner...even if we were cursing and spitting LOL) - no not literally spitting - We evaluate the same way...well there is just no other way to put this...we are M/s always. Yes we still "play", if by play you mean whippings, floggings, scening etc. Why would we stop? We also just got Married 3-5-07. (Edit) We are fine, now. And, on a wicked fun side: having our own rooms had lead to MANY great scenes, as well as he can tell me, lovingly, or otherwise "go to your room!" P.S. quote:
I DON"T think it healthy to get such stuff out of your system - because I don't think it is healthy to have it IN your system in the first place. I didn't mean that. I don't either. I meant this thread will be healthy to talk about when you have said such and had such arguments. It will be healthy to talk it out here and I dunno help others maybe know that they aren't alone. Well Wishes, ~Passion~
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