NoOneofConsequence(dom male){Taken}
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4 years ago •
Jun 18, 2020
4 years ago •
Jun 18, 2020
I am... well, I suppose the polite word would be "stubborn."
Back several decades ago, I was the recipient of the "Fighting Heart Award" for that year's football team. In the speech my coach gave, he pretty well summed me up in one phrase, "a smart player, yet too dumb to know when he should have quit, when he was beaten."
Perhaps ironically right about that time I was involved with the gal that would become my first ex-fiance. And no matter what she did, no matter how I was hurt, I flat refused to give up. For several years she bounced back and forth between myself and another guy until finally, she (thankfully) threw both of us over for a third that we hadn't even known was a factor. And which she eventually married.
The years rolled past and after three failed engagements as well as several relationships that never got that far I met the woman I married.
And the story is supposed to go, "and they lived happily ever after."
However, I have come to the conclusion that Fairy Tales and other happy endings are just stories that haven't come to their inevitable conclusion but were stopped while everyone was happy.
Oh, we were happy. Even when health issues drove us into isolation long before we'd ever even heard of Covid. Even when I was virtually housebound and she was virtually bedridden.
Right up until I woke to find that my beautiful butterfly had shed her no longer needed chrysalis and flown on to the next plane.
Well, Happy Ever After ended. And the way the other story was supposed to go was "you only get one True Love." So, what was the point in looking elsewhere? 'Cause I'd had mine, you see.
Well, that didn't hold true either. And I found myself embroiled in other... relationships, of a sort, on my way to the wonder I have and hold now.
And I found myself having to dust off the old "Three Unforgivable Curses."
In addition to several decades of learning shit the hard way, what is often referred to as "experience," I'd also misspent time (and no little money) studying relationships in college. Which in some ways gave me a leg up on other people. And in other ways was a severe handicap. Both for me and for the people I had relationships with. Platonic or otherwise.
In the lifestyle, we talk about "hard limits." I always smile just a little (despite my alarm) when I encounter someone that says that they don't have any. You have 'em. You just haven't found out that there are people out there that will push you to them. My three "hard limits" predate my inception into this wonderful world of kinkery and fetish, a result of the experiences and studies.
1) The Imperious Curse; lying. I don't have a problem with secrets. Particularly in the early stages of a relationship when we were just getting to know each other, I didn't need to know every detail about you in the first fifteen minutes. Or even the first week or first month. But, what you did say had best be the truth or when I figured it out I wouldn't be able to trust anything else you said. Ever. It was a manipulation, but more it showed a lack of respect. Not only for our relationship but for me that I could figure it out.
2) The Cruciatus; abandonment. Oh, yes. I am firmly on the capitalized side of the slash and yet I do have abandonment issues. Sporadic messages and even walking away and dropping the conversation was one thing when we first met or had only been speaking for a couple of weeks. But, I've learned the hard way not to rely on people to be there. So, if I let someone in deep enough that I did rely on them, then I had to be able to rely on them. And if they showed I couldn't, then... it was hard for me to the first time. I won't again.
3) The Avada Kadavra; maliciousness. Towards me or someone else I care about. This could be kind of touchy. Because how could I weigh your intent? Perhaps you were lashing out in anger and your fist just happened to pass through where I happened to be standing. Actually, it's a very simple litmus test. At least for me. I told you that you hurt me, then waited. If you apologized and showed some sign of guilt, then so mote it be. If you explained your behavior, even under the guise of an apology, implicating that I deserved it, or otherwise belittled the harm you caused and me for "not being able to take it," then no. I can take a rather surprising lot. I have limped around for thirteen hours on a broken fibula lecturing my classes after a motorcycle accident on the way to work, not seeking medical help until the next day (when I didn't have class). But, you just flunked the litmus test by showing me that I wasn't important enough to be a concern.
Anything other than these three unforgivable curses, I have found I could work with. A few times over the decades beyond the point that sanity was even in the same ballpark. More than once to the point that many wondered if I was an emotional masochist hiding in wolf clothing.
But, once I had made that commitment... it doesn't matter if we are talking in dynamic, a romantic entanglement, or a platonic friendship... I was still too dumb to quit, just like Coach said all these decades ago. Unless one of these three unforgivable curses was laid on me. That's when I knew it was over.
Am I telling you that this is what you should do? Hardly. The question was how did I know when it was over. And this was how I knew it was time to ease on down the road.
What I typically tell people is "so long as the worst day with 'em is better than the best day without 'em, you've got somethin' worth stayin' for."
How you should know it's over... the point when you should give up and walk away... the line you should draw in the sand beyond which you will accept no trespass is wholly up to you. Whether you are Dom, sub, "fence humper," or "I reject labels and just am."
But, any row you have to hoe, I'll raise a sarsparilla to bumper crops for you and yours.
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