HuntertheYeenQueen(dom femme){Allie Kat}
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5 years ago •
Jan 3, 2019
5 years ago •
Jan 3, 2019
I would absolutely never leave, as long as my love still cared about our relationship too.
Growing up I had to help take care of my mother. She wasnt unable, but it was insanely hard for her to do some things. Out of 33 vertebrae, only 4 are not messed up. Fibro, degenerative disc disease, Ankylosing Spondylitis, herniated discs, I can go on...
It was not easy, having to watch as my mother was forced to use a cane. Then a Walker. Now a wheelchair. I had to help her in the bathroom, take 10 minutes to go down a small staircase if she wanted to leave the house. Be insanely careful wheeling her around because any minuscule bump, even if we didn't see it, made her hurt. I couldnt even /hug/ her for a while. As someone with a physical touch love language, that killed me.
My Stepfather only had 4 out of 11 years with her being in good health. He has spent the last 7 years caring for her. For 5 years in the middle of that, he had to also care for his mother, until she passed. His own mother kept telling him to leave my momma. "You shouldn't have to take care of her when shes only 45" she would say. People at his work would question why he puts up with her. Shes... gotten a really nasty side to her since this happened. I cant blame her, I know I'm bitchy when I'm in minor pain, shes in chronic, level 7+ pain every day of her life. They fought a lot at first when she was way more afraid and not knowing what to do - she was always in control and now, she had something she couldn't control.
His answer, every single time? "I love Her".
He refused to lose the love of his life because of something neither of them could control.
She was the only woman he ever thought about marrying, let alone doing it. He was the eternal bachelor til she came around. He hated kids, and yet fell madly in love with me and wanted nothing more than to help make sure I grew up well and happy and safe. She showed him what it meant to love.
If you truly love someone, you actively make the choice to love them, every day of your life. When they hurt you, you choose to forgive and continue to love. When you are given a "better option", you choose to pass it up because you love the one you have now. When they become injured, you choose to love them.
I'm pretty open with my mother. Even now, when everything hurts, the two of them have found a way to still be intimate. And when this was starting and she was afraid they never would do things again, I remember the episode she had, breaking down about/everything/, not just that. Scared he would leave. Scared she would force him away. Scared someone else would entice him. He gently grabbed her face to snap her back to reality, forced her to look at him (gently, as this was shortly after having her neck fused to stop some of the damage from getting worse...), and told her, he didnt give a crap if, from that moment on, he only got off by himself. He didnt care if they couldnt go on vacation somewhere, if they were stuck in NY for the rest of their life, if they never left the house... he loved /her/. Not her body, physicality, though that of course was nice, he loved her heart. Her depth of love and how much she cared for him and their relationship, how unconditional she was to him, was what he loved. Who she was as a person, faults and all.
Because of having to deal with my mother this way as a child, I've thought for years about how I would be in my Stepfather's shoes. And, as long as Wolfy doesnt give up on us, neither will I.
I will /never/ leave him because of illness. He would have to change so drastically that he is a terrible person, or he would have to stop caring for the relationship for me to give up as well.
We were vanilla our whole marriage, til the last few months. For almost our whole relationship so far. We could do it again.
Sex isnt everything, so... our sex life changing/ lessening, would suck, but not matter much.
And, for us, it's a lifestyle, not play, but 24/7 (not saying everyone else isnt. Just stating it haha). Because of that, we would still be BDSM. I would still make the decisions, keep the house running, ect. Sure, he might not be able to do the service part of things, but we would figure it out. My love wouldn't waiver because he couldnt handle a spanking or he couldnt make my tea in the morning.
If it were reversed I feel the BDSM side of things might be a little harder. But maybe not. Would prolly make it so he had to do the service side of things more often.
Love is a choice. And I made my choice when I said "Til Death Do Us Part". I meant it. As long as he still loves me, I will still love him.
Would it be easy? Probably not. But honestly, love is often difficult. It's not usually easy. We've definitely had to deal with some hard things already. Will things change? Of course. Does that mean I stop loving him? No. Even if I left, I might still love him. It would depend on how he handled everything if he got sick. As long as he still loved, then so would I.
And if I got sick, I would hope for the same. I wouldn't judge if he couldnt handle it, but, knowing him and the hundreds of deep conversations about this subject and about love in general that we have had, I feel like his response wouldn't be too far off from mine.
My thoughts dont work for everyone and I'm not at all judging, I hope it doesnt come across that way. But for me, I would not leave because it got harder, or because it wasnt "easy" anymore. I would adapt and we would move forward in love.
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