Maybe I feel like I want to quit Mr. X because things are getting difficult.
Emotionally. Physically. Chronologically.
Is this thing even worth it? What will I get out of it besides more broken?
I was excited for what lies ahead of us.
Sharing vulnerabilities. Learning something new together. Pushing boundaries.
But then there’s the disappointment…
And wondering if I am waiting for nothing…
I wish I hadn’t let him in.
I was so excited to learn about submission with him.
So eager to explore that part of myself without shame.
He already knows everything about me.
My mushed-up heart has been mushed-up all over again.
He helped me to put it back together just enough that there’s enough to break.
Then he smushed it.
And even though he didn’t intend for it to, it hurt.
More so because he just helped me fix it!
Because he told me he would.
My freshly broken heart…
We can’t build my trust up that way.
I can’t freely submit to him if I am expecting to be disappointed…
…or for my heart to be smushed.
I’ve become attached.
He wanted me to. I needed to.
I have to stop.
Stop being vulnerable…
Stop getting attached…
I expect too much.
I’m only a distraction.
It only leads to disappointment.
Meaningless words and empty promises…
Does he say them because he thinks it’s what I need to hear?
Words mean so very little when only spoken out of obligation or guilt.
He was supposed to be helping me pick up my pieces and put them together again.
But it’s just creating more pieces.