Master and the Sub

I never really thought much of myself growing up, second child is always second to the first, hell my great grandmother wouldn't give me the time of day because I wasn't the first. I was diagnosed as hyper and in my era that meant I was retarded, Notes from teachers pinned to my shirt for my mother saying I needed special schools because something was wrong with me. I'm a Leo and always took pride in that, I knew I was strong and I'm defiantly not stupid by anyone that knows me. But with a life filled with being told so you have to fight yourself to find yourself, I did and as I tell people I'm the nicest most evilest person you will ever meet. Let me clarify this, I will treat you like the most important person in the world but cross me and they will never find you. Now let's fast forward to four months ago, I was depressed after fighting with one ex wife over my house, a second wife I was divorcing because she turned out to be just like my first. Then on here I meet this most amazing angel, she has been through hell and I do mean hell at it most significant worse, she has both the physical and mental scars to match. I have no clue as to way she would even give me the time of day but she does, we talk and talk and keep talking. She seems to know me better than I know myself, how is that possible hell I don't know me half the time and I live with me always. She's been here for a month I couldn't be happier, no amount of money or fame could ever shine a light on seeing her smile, laughing at my dumb jokes or just being next to me as she sleeps. Yesterday was my father's 77 birthday, her and my mother had made all the arraignments for us to take him to dinner I didn't do anything, I just had to be present. We got to the restaurant and she had them sing happy birthday for him all of this from a beautiful angel I met on here 4 months ago. After dinner we went back to my parents house, now let me fill you in on something, my mother has seen two other women in my life treat me like shit so she's a little hard on the women in my life. But after meeting her last week for dinner they seem to have more in common than most people. So while my father and I were talking shop, my mother was showing my beautiful lioness there home, when I went to see if she was ready to leave she informed me my mother had made her cry then showed me what my mother had gave her. It was a diamond cocktail ring about 3 carrots, to me I could have cared less but hey I'm a guy jewelry has never really mattered much to me but to her it was the most most special thing in the world and I understood. On the way home I ask her if she felt loved by her new family and she said yes, then I asked her if she wanted to go back home jokingly I got the death stare from hell but I deserved it. I have always treated people with the same respect that I wanted and why anyone would or could ever treat this beautiful angel the way they did confuses me, she is so perfect to me, she is not a super model, her body has scars, her mind has been hurt along with her feelings, she has suffered more than she should have but to me she glows with the light of an angel, has the strength of a lioness, the kindness of a child I will always do my best to make sure she knows how much I love her and would gladly give my life so she may live. To my beautiful lioness I say Se agapo forever.