The Submissive Coffee Club

We've been apart four days now, and it will be another four before we see each other again.  It will be our longest separation in the two and a half years we've lived together. 

Our first five years together were LDR, and the time apart then was usually three months.  So eight days is a cake walk, right? The circumstances this time are a bit different.  I leave this morning for a training, and won't be back until Saturday.  But since Friday, Wolf has been with his playmate.  Three years ago, that would have destroyed me.

I've matured, maybe. Certainly our relationship has matured.  I kept myself busy while he was gone.  I finished painting the kitchen, and worked in the yard until I was exhausted.  I had lunch with a friend, and caught a movie with my daughter.  I binge watched some television that Wolf wouldn't have wanted to watch.  I won't tell you that once in a while I didn't get a little twinge. 

"What the actual fuck?  I'm working in his yard while he's with another woman?"

Then I'd remember.  I was miserable at the last few events we went to together. I always feel shy, awkward, and insecure.  I'd actually suggested that he take her to this one.  I love working in the yard, and continuing to transform our home into something we're both proud of.

And most importantly? I know he loves me, and I will always be home to him. No matter where he roams or who he sees, I belong to him, and am the place he's the happiest.