How we met
My wife and I have been together for almost 10 years, but we have known each other for more than 20. During the first 10 years of knowing each other, we were just friends. Distant friends, should I say, because we lived separated by an ocean most of the time. She had an early crush on me, but had also done things that were pretty mean to me, so I had no idea. In retrospect, I can see that these were just early expressions of her dominant side. She was, according to her "only trying to teach me a lesson".
After several years of not hearing about each other, we came in contact and she invited me to the US. By then, she was married, but things were clearly not right in that relationship. She was very depressed, and borderline alcoholic. I was quite shocked. We talked a lot during my stay. I went back to Europe, and we continued to talk and write to each other. Almost immediately upon my return, I confessed to her that I loved her. She said she felt the same, but the situation appeared hopeless. Yet, her marriage kept on deteriorating, and at some point, she had to get out. She joined me in Europe, and we lived some time together. Things stacked up against us over there, mostly out of our control, and it did not work out the way we had hoped. She had an opportunity to come back to the US, and went for it. We separated for a few months, but in the end realized that we were still in love and decided to marry. I came to the US for good, and have not looked back.
Overall, things are great between us. We have had ups and downs, but our relationship is solid, and we are strongly committed to each other. I could go on and on, saying all the good things we have for ourselves, and all the reasons why I am crazy to complain. As previously mentioned, one problem is sex, but even that is not hopeless at all. We are currently working on it, and progress is made. So, what is wrong?
My main source of complain over the years has been that we are not living the full potential of our relationship. I feel we are just barely scratching the surface. I miss the passion that we experienced early on. These were crazy times. We were separated from each other for months, with just short breaks while I visited her or she visited me. It lasted for nearly a year, so perhaps I became addicted to the pain and torment experienced then. I am still very fond of these memories. Maybe I want a situation where I can recreate these intense feelings, and that's the promise I see in FemDom.
After several years of not hearing about each other, we came in contact and she invited me to the US. By then, she was married, but things were clearly not right in that relationship. She was very depressed, and borderline alcoholic. I was quite shocked. We talked a lot during my stay. I went back to Europe, and we continued to talk and write to each other. Almost immediately upon my return, I confessed to her that I loved her. She said she felt the same, but the situation appeared hopeless. Yet, her marriage kept on deteriorating, and at some point, she had to get out. She joined me in Europe, and we lived some time together. Things stacked up against us over there, mostly out of our control, and it did not work out the way we had hoped. She had an opportunity to come back to the US, and went for it. We separated for a few months, but in the end realized that we were still in love and decided to marry. I came to the US for good, and have not looked back.
Overall, things are great between us. We have had ups and downs, but our relationship is solid, and we are strongly committed to each other. I could go on and on, saying all the good things we have for ourselves, and all the reasons why I am crazy to complain. As previously mentioned, one problem is sex, but even that is not hopeless at all. We are currently working on it, and progress is made. So, what is wrong?
My main source of complain over the years has been that we are not living the full potential of our relationship. I feel we are just barely scratching the surface. I miss the passion that we experienced early on. These were crazy times. We were separated from each other for months, with just short breaks while I visited her or she visited me. It lasted for nearly a year, so perhaps I became addicted to the pain and torment experienced then. I am still very fond of these memories. Maybe I want a situation where I can recreate these intense feelings, and that's the promise I see in FemDom.
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