It starts out like this.
In my head...
"Maybe I did something wrong. Maybe I should... (insert all the things)."
I can usually talk myself out of this, but sometimes the self doubt bug is strong...so strong.
Don't you love me anymore?
Fine then. Don't love me. I won't love you either (but I do, you're my everything and you're killing me.)
And the truth is...I don't really need that much.
Maybe a hug.
Maybe I need you to tell me I'm a good girl.
But before I get to that point of no return? Just a few reminders that I'm yours and that you love me really, really help.
Text me during the day.
Or just calling me to you.
But sometimes I'm too far gone I need you to shut that door, lock it, unfasten your belt, flip me over, and show me very very clearly that I matter to you.
That our relationship is too important to allow anything to come between us.
I very likely need some physical attention You know. Of the spanking variety.
And I might even look like her if you do it. I might sorta...fight it.
But that doesn't mean I don't need it. Even when I tell you I'm fine.
Even when I act like I can handle it all.