Random stranger, dentist, doctor, grocery bagger, etc: “Why do you _____________?”
Me: “Because, my husband likes __________.”
Random stranger, dentist, doctor, grocery bagger, etc: “You’re an adult. You have your own say in how you ____________.”
Me: “Yes I do, and I enjoy doing ___________ the way my husband likes me to do it.”
Random stranger, dentist, doctor, grocery bagger, etc: “It’s not like he owns you. Stand up to him and tell him what you want.”
Me: “This is what I want.” (And, under my breath) “Yes, he does own me.”
No matter how hard I try, I don’t think I’ll understand how the rest of the world lives. I’m not judging them, and what they want to do. No, but I am judging them on how they’re always trying to tell me that I want something different than I actually want. You’re a stranger. You don’t even know my name. Don’t even think for one minute that I’m doing the things I’m doing out of a passive desire to please my Master (though, to you, he’s my husband). Nothing I do is passive. It is done from a fiery, fierce desire to please, and I get so very much more out of living my life this way than I ever got before this. I don’t think the “normies” of the world will ever understand me more than I will ever understand them. And to me, that is kind of sad.