Master and the Sub

As a child growing up I was always told to be thankful for what I have my mother said this to me quite often. I didn't know until I got older that she had grew up dirt poor and suffered abuse. Now my family wasn't that poor but we didn't have a lot, mom bought most of my brothers and my clothes at goodwill or some 5 and dime stores, we moved a lot on count of my father getting laid off or him trying to find a better job. There were times us kids were sent to stay with either family or friends because my parents couldn't afford food, I remember us staying at my father's friend house for awhile until he got a job. It wasn't until I was around 9 or 10 that my father got a really good union job, he gave me and my brother 20 dollars from his first paycheck that was a lot of money back then. My parents bought there first home in 1978, in May of 79 they buried their first child not much to be thankful for. At age 13 started hanging out with my brothers friend he was 16, mom was kinda in her own world with some health issues and dad was always gone for work. I started smoking, drinking, I was driving a car at 13, stayed out until 5am most nights, as long as I wasn't getting into trouble it was all good, oh I was thankful for the freedom. I was 18 when I married my first wife, we fought a lot just as 2 naive kids would it wasn't until my first child was born that I grew up and I was thankful for my first kid. Bought my first house when I was 29 I had moved 31 times in my life never went to the same elementary school more than 2 years I was thankful for having a good job and 3 kids by then. 22 years of marriage and it ended, kids were older, we were not the same and her mid life crisis was to find someone younger than me again not much to be thankful for, so I thought, I have 3 beautiful children and 2 grandchildren so I am thankful. Remarried in 2016, I was thankful that someone actually wanted me, after the gunshot I had issues physically and emotionally I also didn't think anyone would ever want me. This lasted 2 years and I was thankful it ended, we were to different to ever be happy, her ideas just clashed with how I wanted to live my life. Joined the cage last year next month, honestly I truly didn't think I would ever find someone, but I enjoyed the hunt, loved the conversation with others, which some I have the privilege to call friends. Then she came along, younger than me, a thousand miles away, what is there to be thankful for, a fantasy, just wishful thinking. It was that first conversation June 2nd that made me thankful I got to know her, 16 hours and I couldn't believe how much we had in common. Come October it will be our 1 year wedding anniversary hard to believe. So as I write this blog, I remember back on my own life, a life filled with doing without, abuse from strangers, death of loved ones, my death almost, relationships that didn't last, all the bad things. But I also have to look at all the things I'm thankful for, my parents who love me without judgement, my children and grandchildren, the experiences I've had, things I've seen and live to tell about, loves I've had and lost so I could learn from them, people I've met and the ones I call friends, all the good and all the bad who made me the person I'm proud to be. To my beautiful lioness, I truly hope you know how thankful I am that you graced my life with your presence, your essence, your beautiful soul, and humorous wit, for that I will always be thankful.