How is it given? When is it broken ?
Ya know after each experience I’ve had, I’ve learned a lesson. My mentor tries to teach me them as well.
Lots of learning in failure, lots of learning in defeat.
I’m tenacious and persistent. I’m an optimist , but I’ve inherited my fathers pessimism.
Basically , I trusted my bun up until the recent interference. Silence. whatever you might say.
Just last night I caught myself doubting her, and that’s wrong of me to do so.
Why? This is what Bdsm is built upon, trust. I realized up until this point my bun told the truth, so that being said she still is telling me the truth.
Side note: Today she graduates college....I’m proud of her. Almost as proud as her standing up to asshole.
Either way: I trust her and these moments I should be working on my paranoia...cause the reward for patience is so fulfilling.
Thanks for reading.
