It's been three years, which seems both like a lifetime and a blink of an eye. I still feel the heavy weight of the unfairness that a wonderful, intelligent, generous, fun, funny person like my Master is gone from the world forever.
I desperately miss sex and BDSM and BDSM involved sex. It's not that I've had nothing in the past three years, it's that while I have had a few playdates they have been very few and far between. By which I mean I can count them on one hand. I feel very self centered even saying that. But I miss just falling into bed on a whim and doing... whatever he had in mind.
I have found an in person grief group which I really vibe with. The first one I tried was in a church and it was just way too churchy. I felt like I would be very judged there if I opened up too much. I guess I have enough secrets that I feel like most people would be able to judge me quite harshly and this makes me afraid of saying the wrong thing, which then makes me afraid of saying anything.
The new grief group is very small, all lean to the left politically and are open minded about sexualities and genders. I still have a lot of secrets from them even though in some ways I do let my guard down and share. I feel like I am constantly on the verge of sharing way too much which I then could not take back and then they would dislike me. However, some of them have shared even more than me and I still like them.
Overthinkers Anon. anyone?
Most of them are married/ have a significant other still. Which makes me slightly alone in a way. But I really, really like the group. We meet every week, and also have a book club that meets monthly. And now a private online group called Sad Friends, which is a joke because one of the members introduced the others as "these are my sad friends" which her wife hated and then it became a goofy thing to us to say we are the sad friends. We laugh way more than most grief groups. It's one way to cope.
