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How nice it is to have your life in a box. How comforting to have rules, guidelines, boundaries, and duties. How wonderful it is to choose to give freedom up in turn for a comfortable cage.
But he doesn't have all the answers for me, and he never did. No matter how real it seemed, it was always make believe. I can't keep believing that submission gives me the direction I need to be happy. My life needs direction, but this is not it.
It's so scary to give up something that has felt more like home than anything else I've ever experienced, but I must, and that's the end of this journey.
But he doesn't have all the answers for me, and he never did. No matter how real it seemed, it was always make believe. I can't keep believing that submission gives me the direction I need to be happy. My life needs direction, but this is not it.
It's so scary to give up something that has felt more like home than anything else I've ever experienced, but I must, and that's the end of this journey.