That’s me, the queen of stopping and starting again. I suppose (so, I tell myself) that dedication does not always come in a long unbroken chain. We all have fits of downtime, hard time, or breaks in our stride. Clearly many more are better than I am but I pride myself on (at the very least) my dedication to beginning again.
So, here I am for the long haul. I’m dedicated to writing. I’m dedicated to my Dominant. I’m dedicated to my son and my family. Now, what am I going to do?
What I’m going to do has been the paramount question on my mind for months now. My son’s life is here, my Sweetheart is now in Texas. What do I do? When I ask for others opinions, I get them. But really I get that person’s point of view. They don’t quite understand how I am so the help doesn’t seem useful. I dearly love them all for trying. But bottom line, I will have to make a decision and no matter which way I go, it will break someone’s heart.
My Daddy wants me with him and I want to be with him to have our amazing life together. But to do that I must take my son away from all he’s known and his father. How can I choose?
Several people say, just take your son, your Ex will just have to deal with it. That feels so crass and heartless. The words make me recoil. Just because he’s an Ex and he did some pretty crappy things while being an active drunk doesn’t mean it’s ok to take his son away. He got sober. He’s been sober for years now. He’s a completely dedicated father. He is selfish and lacks insight when dealing with his son but is that just cause to lose his son’s proximity?
My Daddy is in Texas now. He chose a position that will free him from his financial bonds. It has allowed him to make up a huge chunk of ground he lost during the recession. He wants financial stability for our future instead of a long struggle. I totally understand that. We can buy a house there, a nice house for all of us.
I want to be with him always. I can’t think of missing him too much or I start crying and I can’t lose myself to that. I’ve never loved someone like this before. In all honesty, I loved my Ex but nothing like this. Daddy and I have a connection unlike any I’ve ever felt. He compliments me, the real me, like no other. He is so intelligent he puts me to shame sometimes. I love our banter. I love that he picks up on things others do not. He is funny and lighthearted then dark and intensely sexual. All the facets of him feed the facets in my heart and soul. He loves my son for who he is. My son has challenges and is deeply into his puberty at the moment but Daddy sees his goodness and overlooks his growing pains.
When Daddy moved in we were able to grow in the direction of a nuclear family. We achieved a routine of sorts in the short time we had together. Family dinners most nights, playing games, the little things of a complete life. My son was so enamored of it. So was I. We were a complete family together. Our D/s suffered in the transition but I knew we’d eventually figure that out. We are both focused on not letting that ever slip away.
Now I must choose. How do I choose? Either way my son suffers. If I stay, he loses out on a nuclear family. If I go, he will be distanced from his father and will most likely have to go through a legal battle which (knowing his father’s slowness to forgive) could stain their relationship forever.
Daddy says he will wait for me no matter what it takes. His level of selflessness and willingness to sacrifice rival any submissive act I could ever offer him. How can I ask this beautiful man to wait years for me?
So, there is my torture with all my angst and anxiety. I have laid myself bare. Any thoughts you have for us would be welcome.