We have all made mistakes…except for me of course. I’m pretty fucking flawless…like Mary Poppins…”practically perfect in every way”. I think we all need to be realistic in our expectations of our partners. If everyone was perfect and flawless, we wouldn’t have much interesting interaction in life, would we? I think that it’s the mistakes we make that can bring us closer together and to help us create a stronger bond with each other.
Yes, I believe this to be especially true in a D/s relationship, but doesn’t this apply to all of our relationships in life? Is there anything that brings a group of women closer together than sharing a bond of something bad that happened? “I mean, seriously…can you believe that asshat did that?!” Every woman in the room will perk up and want to know what that guy did to you. This is typically followed by a sharing of stories of similar experiences and unsolicited advice about how to handle this situation. The advice will undoubtedly vary from vengeance to being better off without him to letting it go and just moving on. “Don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that you’re hurt”. I’m not going to lie…the vengeance discussions are my favorites but I am generally way too nice to use any of the suggestions.
Here is the thing though…my current thought process is more about when to forgive and give a second chance versus just being positive and moving on with my life. I recently found myself in this situation and my two favorite bitches gave me so much support and love. “Yeah…I am better off!” …”It’s a good thing you saw this before it is too late”…”Does this mean we get to play, now that Dom rules are out?”. Hmmm…I suppose it does! Oops…losing track of where I was going with that…oh yeah…support from the girls! I was wronged. I was not treated with respect. I felt abandoned and sad. I felt foolish. Then he had the audacity to ask me if we were still a team. I sat and thought about it for a few minutes…about how I wanted to respond to this man who broke my trust in him. I could tell him what I jerk I thought he was and create some insults or something. I really liked him though. I still wished that he didn’t put me in this position and everything was as it had been last week. I decided to be me…to rationally tell him what I thought, how I felt and how disappointed I was because I didn’t feel that the way I was treated was justified. I had been nothing but respectful and obedient. One misunderstanding does not equal several days of silence without an explanation. I would never allow him to do that to me again. So, no…we couldn’t be a team. To my surprise…I received an apology in return. An apology that completely took me back. This man not only owned his mistake but he seemed to be sincerely sorry for his poor judgement of me and actually agreed with my assessment of the events.
The damage was done though. How could I ever trust him again? I would forever be walking on eggshells, worrying that he is going to misinterpret something and I would be left feeling abandoned again. That is not the kind of Dom I want. We parted ways on a positive note and on good terms. I felt relieved that it went well yet I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he made me feel when we were together. I had felt so connected to him. We had already begun to bond. He was my safe place. I could be open and honest. He made me feel confident and beautiful and I knew my place…and now its over. That jerk was making me start all over again.
About a week later, I recieved an unexpected message on the website where we originally met, from my now ex-Dom. It was a true apology written after almost a week of reflection. It came from the heart and I could feel his words inside me. I felt his pain. I knew that his pride would never allow him to ask for a second chance but he wanted me to know his thoughts and feelings. I now had options…1. I could just ignore it because he broke my trust and my heart. 2. I could tell him off and make him feel like shit for reaching out since I already told him that we were done. 3. Take a chance. Reach out and hear what he has to say. Give him the opportunity to make amends and prove that he is the man that I thought he was. Forgive him.
I went with option three. I sent a text message asking about the words that he said in his message. I wanted to know if he really meant what he said. I shared all of my concerns. The ones that were obvious and the ones that he didn’t know I had. We discussed everything. We communicated. We missed each other. He owned his mistakes and was sincere in making amends. We negotiated what it would look like if I agreed to see him again. A vanilla meet to talk with absolutely no play on the table.
A common misconception that I have found is that there is a perceived weakness in making a mistake. Why?! In my opinion, a Dom is going to make mistakes just like every other human on the planet. What makes him a good Dominant and a man worth trusting is his ability to admit when he is wrong and to learn from the mistake. Now that is someone I can respect.
Tonight, I feel happy again. It is as if the world is right again. In the short time we were apart, I missed talking to him. I missed his hugs. His arms had become my safe place. I loved how he would engulf me and squeeze me until I could barely breath but I didn’t want him to stop. It was a peaceful and safe and happy place. I knew he would protect me and never let any harm come to me. Now, he has come back. Our journey will begin again…slowly.
In the end, I am glad this happened. It gave me the opportunity to share concerns that I had even though they seemed small previously. We now have a clear understanding of each other and what expectations we each have. Yes, I know…I am the submissive. I still get to have expectations though and just as I need to stay within the boundaries and follow the rules that he sets forth…he also needs to treat me with the respect that I deserve and make sure that he is always my safe place. Without having this experience, I wouldn’t have known just how much honor this man truly has…I wouldn’t have known how he handles a situation where he is wrong. He isn’t perfect…but I don’t need him to be. I merely need him to be willing to own it and learn from the experience. In return, I will forgive and expect the same from him in the future. I will make mistakes too (eventually…I’m too busy being perfect lately)…and when I do, I can now trust him to be respectful, to handle me appropriately and to forgive me once he has properly dealt with me and my lack of judgement.
Forgiveness is real. Did I put my wall of protection back up and reinforce it when I felt abandoned? Damn straight I did. Will it come down easily? No, probably not. I think it is going to take seeing him in action and observing how he approaches situations with me in order for me to start taking the wall back down again. Will I keep reminding him of the errors he made? No…absolutely not. It has been discussed. I have forgiven. It is time to move forward and reclaim our happiness again. It is time to settle back into my place where the storm has calmed and the tornado no longer spins. The place where I can shut it all off and just be his girl. Safe in his strong and protective arms where nothing can hurt me.
I have missed my Daddy. I just want him to come to me…to grab me in his arms and hug me like only he can and then smack me hard on the ass….making the world right again. Soon Daddy…very soon. I will be so happy to be yours again.