Note: This is loosely based on our real-life. I can only be 100% sure of the things I personally witnessed. The rest are recreated from my mom Jan's and husband Mike's recounting. I also cannot be sure of they "felt" at any moment, only what I saw or was told later. There are some moments that are so personal, I didn't ask about, so there is a certain amount of creative liberty. I do have their permission to write our story, but they are by no means active contributors. This is part 3, so of course you should read the earlier parts first.
One of the big challenges of recounting our story is to simply remember that many of the things I take for granted now were very much not so 2 years ago when this journey began. I feel that my memories right at the beginning are more vivid than the ones even a few months ago. Anyway, I digress...
I had mentioned a while back that Mike absolutely forbade me to wear pants and this on the face of it seems arbitrary, but I have to come to realize that there is a very "physical" reason for this. Mike isn't a man of many words, not many men are, and hence defaults to physical expressions of love. Even as we pass each other countless times through the day, a playful squeeze of my butt or the more serious moving aside of my panties as his fingers give me all sorts of delights is the way we stay connected with each other. I found early on that when I wore pants he simply didn't have "access" to his mode of expression and would get super frustrated at simple things. I say this to give a window into my husband and to say that more than others, I tend to judge his closeness with people through his physical expressions.
My mom on the other hand had no such insight and was frankly as clueless about her "relationship status" as a high school girl constantly snooping on her crush's facebook account. Mike had both gone way farther with her than anyone would expect but also not at all as far as a lover would expect.
This created a lot of doubt and insecurity and pushed her into finally confiding in me. I had to explain to her that Mike was both super dominant at times and super laid back most of the time. That unless she made a move, he might ignore her forever or bend her over the kitchen table one fine day, for all I knew. "What exactly would you prefer is the real question."
"I just have so many thoughts running in my head honey. On the one hand, he is your husband and I wouldn't ever do anything to jeopardize that. On the other hand, he did ask me to come here, treats me like I am his to order and has touched me already in ways no man I have allowed in ages. What gives me great comfort is that he has done all this in the open with you right there and I dont see you upset by it. If anything, you seem happy dear. Am I crazy?"
