After an amazing weekend, of hanging friends and
going to a BDSM club for the first time(yes my wife and I are
perverted) and having an almost no an actual religious epiphany
and finding another piece of my puzzle of life,
I came to work
There, a ton of bricks hits me. I realized that the
company I am working for is going under. I have to get out. After
working here for 6 years this month
I will have to leave or risk my families well being.
Do I really want to?
It feels safe to stay and remain here. But the end is at hand and
the light at the end of the tunnel is beginning to make a sound like a
But I really had a good weekend. I feel so much more confident than I have
ever in my whole life. I met people that I feel comfortable with and
who don't reinforce guilt inside of myself. It was a very happy place.
Seems strange to say that when you see people tied up and beaten.
I also finally told my ex-wife I am a swinger. I was worried she would
freak and take our child away but as much as she was
startled she seemed to accept it. Along with this conversation my wife
offered to take my ex to an Adult Store to buy some toys. This was
then followed with a rather interesting discussion about anal sex
with my wife, ex-wife and myself. And comparisons of size
entered the picture.
Yes my life is wacky and if it wasn't I think that I'd be bored. I may
not fit the norm but I do have a few things that many 'normal' people