Being the Port in the Storm

As far as relationships go, this has been one of the more interesting weeks for Mistress and me in the two years we have been together, and I think when all is said and done we are actually in a lot of ways closer now than we were a month ago.

Without going into deep detail of what is Mistress’ life, and because of the mess and pulls that I have going on in mine, Mistress started seeing someone.  And, well since it ended–it didn’t go well, or at least it didn’t end well.  Read more about it here and if you don’t have access Mistress can help you out.

As all of this was unfolding, Mistress and I were going through one of our epic kind of fights over an assortment of things, and some very familiar issues.  And because of that fight and the weight of my world crashing around me-I thought it best for Mistress and I to take a break.  Neither of us was happy and neither of us was getting what we wanted.

The one-two punch of that combined with the end of the short-lived “event” Mistress had with the other guy pushed her pretty hard–and I could tell how upset Mistress had become.  Gone was the icy “fine” I got when in the heat of our fight on Saturday night Mistress taunted me about breaking up.

Instead there was the loving and vulnerable woman I love and care for.  It was an easy and natural transition from sparring partners to loving partners–one of us was in need, and the other was there.  It’s a promise I made to the woman I love–and its one I made sure I upheld.

On the phone Sunday.  Tracking her down Monday morning. Holding her Monday night. Coffee Tuesday.  I am not sure if I was the reason Mistress was pulling out of it, but I wanted to be part of the solution-after all I have been part of the problem.

So yeah, when the seas got stormy for Mistress–I was there, a port in the storm, a place for her to hold on, and ride it out–and wait until she just felt better.

Today, Mistress and I had lunch, then down to what for whatever reason is one of our more intimate places–a subway platform.  I never wanted the train to come–even though I had to get back to the office. I was holding Mistress without a care in the world, and she was safe in my arms.  That’s enough to make me happy too.

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