Thursday, April 17, 2014

Morning All Day

I don't know why it's so hard to start writing again after a slump, but it is.

I look and feel like I've aged ten years in the last three months. Seriously, it's ridiculous--I have bags under my eyes, and more grey hair than my mother in law. Alpha says that I stress too much. Can't imagine what would give him that impression...

It's not just in the morning anymore though...
I've been reminded though, that my perception of myself is not as important as his perception of me. Thank God.

Apparently, my assumption that he didn't read here anymore, was completely erroneous...He unkindly saw fit to mock my valid and honest assertion that I don't like pain. 'Cuz he's mean like that. And he likes it.

He reminds me though, that for all that I am and must do...

It takes many forms, and often it's the most basic and day to day things that obscure the deep and abiding beauty inherent in our M/s.


  1. We also have a rule that I am not to speak or think poorly about myself and to only see myself as he sees me. Now that is not easy but I try.

    1. Blondie,
      it isn't easy, is it? It's a good rule though, I think.

  2. my husband has pointed out gently, on more than one occasion, that I please him just by existing.

    He does then follow that up by pointing out there's always room for improvement, but hey!


    1. mc kitten,
      Aww, that's sweet! Lol, yes, well...If there wasn't room for improvement, things could get a tad boring...


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