BillieWood

New Year, New Status.
Though I never had any intention of again marrying, Yesterday, on New Years Day, 2017, after 10 years together, "My Guy" became My Husband (and still my Dom).
Interesting ceremony because my Maid of Honor was my daughter, and my Brides Maids were our two female secondary lovers (Have spent quite a bit of time recently in frank discussions with my daughter). Best Man was his son and one of the Groomsmen was our other secondary lover.
2016 was a year of healing. My mom came to grips with the abuse that StepBastard laid on me. Ex husband became a long term guest of the State of Texas after my daughter walked in on him beating up his latest. Though the ordeal was painful (we both got/had to testify), it opened up our relationship even more than before, and I learned a lot about what she still remembered from the Hell that was my first marriage.
Do not expect much to change for 2017, except don't know that Coach, Hottie and Baby, (secondary lovers) will be completely absent when my daughter is home now. Look forward to the next chapter in this adventure we call dealing with life.
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Pic is Darla, but I have met my UPS Guy like this on occasion, when I could not get to my robe in my bedroom.
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The first week of November, 1971, my father "failed to return from patrol" in Vietnam. I was not born until April of 1972.
Though I never personally knew my dad, I was blessed with being cared for for my first 12 years by his mom and dad, my grandparents, before my mom remarried.
Though the remarriage was a mistake for her and for me, and it has taken me years to "overcome", or at least work around some serious scars, the legacy of my dad, both through the sharing of his genes, and the loving tutelage of his parents, gave me strength, self assurance (now) and the courage to overcome many of my own very serious mistakes, to become a successful and independent woman.
These are traits that I endeavor to pass to my daughter, along with perhaps some lessons I have learned along the way, as she is in the transition from my child to my adult child.
There is not a day that passes that I do not remember my dad, my grandad (D-day survivor) and all those who have served so that a woman in America can build her own business, be dependent upon no one, and succeed more that could ever be imagined when my Dad left for Nam in August of '71.
Our country is so filled with polarizing hate right now that it seems to me that we have lost the ability to focus on our common strengths that, in my opinion, have given me the ability to succeed and survive.
This Memorial Day Weekend, can we put down our "issues" and honor those who have fought, bled and died, to give us the ability to "peacefully" debate those issues, and for young girls with no dads to become successful and productive citizens!
God Bless America. Miss you Daddy!

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Why I hate Halloween
An Excerpt from my dad’s last letter to my mom from Vietnam
The letter arrived about 3 days after the “Notification Officers” showed up at her door.
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28 October, 1971 2100

It is getting heavy here. We go out on patrol tomorrow and probably won’t get back to camp for a few days, Halloween in a jungle full of monsters, it a’int a trick or treat walk. Feeling nervous but I don’t know why, I know that it will be fine.
I talk to God daily. I know that he will bring me back to you and Billy Jack or Billie Jo (and I am excited which ever one we get). I march, fight and survive based only on the knowledge that God carries me and that you and the baby draw me home like a light draws a bug on a warm summer night.

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Feeling a little lonely as my baby girl has grown up and gone to college, but it does make it easier to enjoy playtime, and working from home most of the time, further limits the need for dressing to videocalls. or a thrown on robe for the UPS guy.

Sexually color and gender blind sub. Love all people, particularly if it pleases my guy to love someone.

Current project is a young 22 year old second year teacher (just 4 years older than my baby) who my second lover (32 year old teacher) has been mentoring at school, and otherwise.

Lots of fun, and lots of expanding horizons.
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You never know what you might find up a Texas Mom's skirt.

"There is no cure for Stupid" was one of my Grandad's favorite sayings.

Proved itself at Thanksgiving night when a drug head got in my car while my I was loading groceries, insisting I had to take him somewhere.

I was raised on a farm, learned to shoot when small and have a concealed handgun permit. Never leave the house alone without my 380 on my person, not in a purse. Never had to pull it until last night, but a quick slide up my skirt to my garter holster made sure the Dude got a ride, just not with me, but with two very nice government jewelry distributers.

Really there is no cure for stupid!

I am a 42 year old mom of one, committed (sub) relationship but love to explore (at his request or consent) almost all avenues of fun.

What is the difference between a sadist and an abuser? A sadist causes erotic pain, an abuser just wants to cause hurt.

What is the difference between a masochist and a victim? A masochist gets an erotic thrill from judicious pain. A victim just gets hurt, maimed or killed.

I have been a sub to both. Still am to one, but with him I am never at risk. Cannot say that with the other, was always at risk.