As I was driving through town, a store name caught my eye. Another Man's Treasure.
Thats what I aim to be.
The words the soon-to-be ex husband last spoke to me, "you don't have that hold over me anymore" has echoed in my mind all day, but ironically, I didn't think of him as much today....and he is becoming smaller as a human being because I took my respect away from him. I want a man. Not a childish middle aged man who thinks too highly of himself.
He was my childhood sweetheart that stayed a child. He tossed me away....but soon I will be another man's treasure. One man's junk, is another man's treasure.
I'm healing...and im learning. I was a young man's slave...but I want to be an older man's sweetheart.. I feel like I've lived a lot of the BDSM lifestyle..but without any care. I have attended to a narcissistic's needs for so long, I don't even know how to act yet...but I am learning and I am an eager pupil. I will serve a new Sir quite well and he will appreciate me and cherish me as his treasure. I look forward to the adventures we will have together.
