So my Grampy called today. He is the only grandparent I have left, and being in my thirties, I feel very blessed to still have him.
Somehow we got to talking about marriage, and he brought up how marriages today had things all messed up. He talked about how it used to be that men did what they thought was best for the marriage, and women obeyed. There was no power struggle, and the marriage worked because one person had to be in charge, both couldn't be. If he had talked about this last year I would have placated him and agreed while quietly thinking how sad it was that he had it all wrong.
But tonight? I told him that that is how Hubby and I live our life now. I told him that I have given the reigns over to Hubby, and that I still help make decisions, but that now I obey Hubby, and if we can't come to an agreement to something, I step back and give way for Hubby to lead. He said that was good, but only if my husband treated me with love. He said obedience can only be given to one who truly loves. So I told him that Hubby really does love me, and shared with him the story the other night of Hubby making me lie down because he was afraid I'd fall. My Grampy was so proud of my Hubby, and seemed very pleased with what I told him about how we've decided to do our marriage. I did not tell him about the rest of the DD dynamic, that is just for us. But if you had told me that the person I know in real life to know the most about our lifestyle in any form would be my Grampy, I would have flat out told you that you were freakin' out of your MIND! lol
But it felt right to tell him, for some reason. Now, my Grampy is a big man, and even in his late seventies I'd worry that he could take Hubby on and do real damage, so even if I was tempted, I'd never share about the spankings, just in case, but still, I feel so much freer!
Tonight was another maintenance. Let me just say, my other cat is back home, and HE'S A BIG TRAITOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He's been home for a few weeks now, and apparently has figured out that spanking time is no threat to him, the little Brat. So I'm getting spanked, and he comes to the bed and meows, and then jumps up. Looks around for a minute, then walks over my trembling legs and comes up to my head to be petted! I'm otk, with Hubby sitting up with his back near the headboard. As if this weren't bad enough, my cat leaves for a minute, and then comes back, and literally lays down to take a nap with his back pressed into my flailing legs, his butt less than a foot away from where mine is taking a beating. Seriously??? And then Hubby holds the wooden spoon he's been using up to the brat, he rubs his face against it, all purry like. I sit up and hold it up and he'll have nothing to do with it. Hubby holds it up again and he rubs his face over it again.
I'm no longer Queen Bee!!!!! :( Everyone in the house officially knows it now. This actually hurts a little. Me and my wounded pride are just going to go off and sulk in a corner for a while. Hopefully we'll be back out for breakfast! ;) ;) (Not an official corner time, just me sulking in my head) lol