Married to my Dom

Together for 12 years, married for 10. Building our love and lives together. Middle age woman, lover of coffee and classic rock. Oh, and I'm a redhead!

[thegingerpowers]

[therealjlh1]

@zardoz2469 this is great advice!

[quietlyconscious]

No maybe about it ❤️🥒

[crusoesampersand]

What say you @ampersandscrusoe ?

[therealjlh1]

@zardoz2469 sounds about right.

[therealjlh1]

The annual beauty that goes along with living in Albuquerque, NM. With @zardoz2469

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[ausie15]

[zardoz2469]

For @therealjlh1

[therealjlh1]

OMG, YES!!!

[beautysurrounded]

[therealjlh1]

OMG...this!

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[crusoesampersand]

Grace so that we can all live in peace.

[therealjlh1]

He apologized, she still wants him...ugh. Luckily he has made it clear to be gone.

[therealjlh1]

Mine and @zardoz2469 fortunes from the weekend.

[wonderfulparadox]

[cravehiminallways212]

Always a reblog…

[instructor144]

I will never not reblog this.

[nectra]

Such a beautiful, sweet motion!

[loboalpha47]

so sexy <3

[daddydomshouse]

Amazing!! 🌹😘💓🔥

[therealjlh1]

He loves this!

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HEY TUMBLR - FIX IT!! - READ AND REBLOG IF YOU FEEL THE SAME

Dear Tumblr- we don’t know what the 🤬 you’ve done to OUR (without users you don’t have much of a product)…. so yes OUR service. Whatever it was, UNDO THAT💩.

Our feed is fed more with your repeat “recommendations” from your worthless AI and advertisements than feeds we actually liked and subscribed to!

Your technology or your staff (sure hope it was a ‘glitch’ and not a conscious action by your staff) deleted and unsubscribe us from hundreds of our favorite blogs. There was no warning, no apology, no mention that we can find.

Tumblr has quickly turned into a dumpster fire that is becoming less and less worth our attention and efforts.

When your users go…. your advertisers will go too!

Snapchat and others are here and poised to take your user community.

Decision is yours. Fix it our become the new “MySpace” of this generation.

Sincerely,

Your very dissatisfied community.

Reblog and +1 (in your comment) if you agree and support the statements above.

[et-amantes-deactivated20181218]

Agreed!

[her-sinful-english-daddy-bear]

Agreed !

[beautiful-blossom17-deactivated]

Agreed!!

[smilesandsunshine-deactivated20]

Agreed!!!

[skulls39-deactivated20201020]

Agreed

[alwaysasillygirl]

Agree

[supergingerbrat]

Agree

[therealjlh1]

Totally agree.

[therealjlh1]

Word.

[mrspackman]

Date Night Idea

We had a spur of the moment date night. It was very successful - take 10$ go to the dollar store and find 10 things to take to the bedroom. Mind you he picked out things to torture (wink wink) me with. Our date out was fun and the date in was even more so! Everything we picked was nondescript and the vanilla folks around us would have no idea. But some plastic wrap, some clothespins, and a few other implements made for a memorable night. Sometimes it is about the blowjobs and spankings! 

[therealjlh1]

@zardoz2469 this sounds fun.

[thegingerpowers]

The Kiss…

[therealjlh1]

Current status...with @zardoz2469 .

[therealjlh1]

Roadtripping with @zardoz2469...what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

[crusoesampersand]

Competition

For what seems like an eternity I’ve been locked in an epic battle with a mythical opponent.

She has a name, though we’d never met.  I spoke her name like a curse, spat from my lips like sour milk.  I know so much about her and have seen parts of her that I didn’t want to see, that I can’t un-see.  Eighteen months have felt like an eternity because I tortured myself, Crusoe, and my girlfriends (you are saints!) about that whore, that cunt, that liar.  I am a firm believer that whore and cunt can be terms of endearment, but not where she is concerned.  

I have been seething – absolutely fucking roiling in my brain – about this woman for a year and a half.

So not worth it.

I have sacrificed my mental health, my physical health, and damn near my relationship and dynamic with Crusoe over this woman.  I have tried the patience of my closest friends.

So very not worth it.

The thing about cheating is that it isn’t about the sex.  I could give a shit about bodies pressing together.  It is the lies, the deception, the betrayal.

I forgave Crusoe. Why?  Because he asked.  Because he has been here – every single fucking day.  Damn if Crusoe hasn’t shown up; when it is hard, when it would be sooooo much easier to just walk away.  Every. Single.  Day. Crusoe is here.

I have wallowed.  I gave her power.  Power over me, over Crusoe, over our relationship and dynamic.

Nope.  Not worth it.

I met this mythic beast over the weekend.  

And I slayed her. (forgive the tense error, slayed just sounds better)

Slayed with politeness, with courtesy, with fucking manners.  While I might be a bit biased, I would not characterize her actions as either courteous or polite.  She should have recused herself, but couldn’t resist the opportunity to stir the pot.  Fuck her.

The high road is lonely, but I’m happy here.

I am nearly 50 years old and no beauty queen.  My body is horrible – ravaged by time and gravity and poor choices, but my heart is good, my submission is real - and I have manners.  

The beast is dead, her power is gone.  

The only competition was in my mind and guess what – I won.

[therealjlh1]

Bloody fantastic for you! It's a real bitch...but when he says he's sorry he did this to you and you have your history together, yeah, you forgive and start living the life you imagined together. We realized and told each other we have some good stuff and it's worth saving. BTW, I was never Plan B. Onward.

[therealjlh1]

With @zardoz2469 and his bowling league. Let's do this.

[thegingerpowers]

Next up: Blowing raspberries on your tummy!

[therealjlh1]

OMG. Raspberries all the time.

[greengirliam]

Mother’s Day

I’ve written before about my mom - not in this forum - but elsewhere, where I can also be anonymous…  She had a difficult childhood: a brain tumor at 6 left her somewhat disabled and with lifelong seizures (and the meds to control them).  She was self conscious and unable to see herself as worthwhile because of this. So of course her father chose her of all his daughters to abuse sexually over the years. The place and the era and her family beat into her the notion that her worth was only in marrying and having kids.  Her sisters all married and had babies young - just as ‘god intended.’  She instead went to college and was licensed for a career.  That was’t done - not the girls.  

She couldn’t marry the man she loved, who loved her, because wrong religion, wrong background, wrong whatever…  So when my dad proposed, she said yes.  Right religion, right background, wrong guy.  She had babies, in spite of the impact on her own health.  The man she had married showed himself to be abusive, even more so when he drank.  She ran interference and protected us as much as she could, taking the anger and the abuse herself.  She wanted to leave, but that’s just not what women did - they stayed and fixed themselves so that he wouldn’t be angry.  

Then he lost his ability to walk; he became quadriplegic, he couldn’t work, he couldn’t care for himself, he couldn’t help with the kids, and he wouldn’t accept outside help.  She did it all, she raised three kids, worked, and was full time caretaker for him.  He remained abusive, though he had to switch to the most horrific kinds of mental and emotional abuse.  We grew up thinking marriage was all about degradation and humiliation and cruelty.  She couldn’t leave now - who would believe her (in fact none of her family or friends did believe he was abusive until he was gone), who would take her in if she abandoned her poor husband….

But she did raise us, and kept the household and kept us clothed, and fed, and educated, and loved.  We survived - and that is a miracle.  And spending time with her this past weekend - she was so down.  She sees how her children have  made their marriages work, and how her grandkids are thriving.  And instead of seeing how she was responsible for that being possible she berates herself for the difficulties and the bad times and for not having the courage to leave, for not being enough.  It’s a conversation we’ve had before.  I don’t know how to make her see how much strength and work and persistence it took for her to have survived, to have raised us, to be where she is with us where we are.  It is all truly due to her.  

I am happy (and grateful) that the times, society, my surroundings and circumstances, and what my mom instilled in me makes me able to know that i don’t have to live the way she did.  I don’t even wonder how i would have done it - i don’t believe i would have had the strength she did - not the day in, day out ability to just keep going through what she went through.  In my 20′s, I was angry that she stayed and didn’t leave - as i got older and hearing relatives talk - i realized that she had absolutely no where to turn.  

She is responsible for who i am, and that i have the choice and the self confidence and the solid footing to stand on to be able to live the way I do.  This isn’t about domination or submission - this is about strength and bad-assery.  She is a small, frail, partially disabled, grandma - and she had and has it more than anyone else i know - and there are maybe 5 people in the world who even see it.  She doesn’t even see it.  

[therealjlh1]

I love any and all reminders of smart, strong women. Where the women before were complete badasses in spite of their situation. Sadly, if you're over 55, your mom had to endure unreal surroundings. This only made us future badasses stronger and more ready to take it all on.

Your story, though, is beautiful because it produced YOU. Stay strong, awesome remember you are a badass.