Monday, November 25, 2024

When I Was A Girl

Kaaren wrote several posts like this, highlighting things that I’d actually told him.
This was true life in our world.
He wanted me to be perfect for my dates. He was so proud that he had a pretty wife who loved him.
As he used to say, it didn’t matter if I fucked other men because I always came back to my Sweetheart.
That proved that I loved him.
And I did, I still do.






Back when I was a girl we used to "do"each others hair all the time! We took special care on a date night because we wanted to dazzle those hot boys with our beauty....sometimes we'd fuss for hours!!!
I never dreamed that one day I'd marry a sissy who would do the same thing for me! My sissy husband would spend hours until we both agreed it was just right for my date that night!!!
I never dreamed it but I love it!!!












3 comments:

  1. Happy Thanksgiving, Ms. K. I know it's not the same w/o Kaaren, but I hope it's peaceful, and spent with people that love you.

    And I hope your health continues to improve.

    Luke

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    1. I spent the holiday weekend with my family at my mom’s house. My brothers and sister were there with their significant others and their kids and my mom is hanging in there too.
      I was surrounded by love but I still felt so alone.
      My brothers are a couple of goofballs and they are both wonderful fathers.
      My sister is temporarily drama free and looks to be getting ready to walk down the aisle for the third time. They say the third time’s the charm. I hope so. She could use some happiness in her life and I met her new guy and I didn’t get the creepy vibe I got from her two exes. Maybe he’s the one finally.
      Mom is still mom. She knows when you need a hug and when you need a break.
      She hugged me a lot over the weekend..
      All in all it felt nice to see everyone but although they were all around me I was still acutely aware of the empty space beside me.
      Thanks for asking and I hope you had a nice holiday too.

      Mrs K


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