BFF’s Friday

It’s Friday. I got our my bill planner book, and paid or scheduled all the bills I needed to take care of. I’m actually way ahead on our mortgage payments, and I’ve been staying on top of everything. The kids needed more lunch money, for school. The school charges their lunches, if their balance runs out, and then send emails billing what’s owed. I’d forgotten to send lunch money with them, for a few days. Yesterday, Adam saw that I hadn’t gotten that done, and he called me out on it. I had cash ready to go, but it kept escaping my mind. Adam has been asking me to get that done, all week. When he saw that I hadn’t, he told me I’d be getting a spanking. I thought that was excessive, and I didn’t agree with his insistence that it was justified. I didn’t get angry, with him, but I didn’t understand why this was such a big deal, to Adam. When we went into our bedroom, he explained, “It’s like any other bill. You need to be responsible with it. I also asked you specifically to get it taken care of, for days. When I tell you to do something, I expect it to get done.” Hearing Adam lay it out that way, I realized why he felt the way he did. I really didn’t want my butt to be sore. I understood why, though. Honestly, he didn’t spank me nearly as hard as he could’ve. I think he took pity on me, since I’d just gotten a bad one…the worst one. It didn’t feel good, but I didn’t shed any tears.

We had another good shower talk. When Adam and I were fighting, the other night, he’d said something to me that bothered me. In his exasperation, he’d asked me, “What do you want me to do, then? You want me to punch you?” Although I’ve never once been afraid of him hurting me, not ever, that caught me off guard. So, last night, I brought it up. Adam and I have never really had a “boundaries” conversation. He’s never once crossed any of my lines, though. He knows them. Even so, I needed to discuss some of these things. I told Adam, I give no consent for him to punish any part of my body, besides my behind. Sexual things, and parts, are off limits. My face is never to be messed with. He looked at me with such a hurt expression, on his face. I reminded him of what he’d said to me, the other night. He said, “Baby, I would never hurt you. I shouldn’t have said that. I’ve never, and would never put my hands on you in anger. If I ever got so angry, that I wanted to hurt you, I would always walk away. I’ve never been that angry, though. I love you. I don’t want you to think I would ever do anything like that. Sex is completely separate from punishments. That’s never going to be something I will do to you, either. I promise you.” Hearing those words, coming directly from my husband’s mouth, that reassured all of my insecurities. We’d had the conversation. We both got to say our peace. I trust what he tells me. We’re good.

This morning, I was wanting to go thrift shopping, with Jackie. I’d texted Adam, to make sure he wouldn’t care.

We found some great stuff! It’s been an awesome day. Justin and Adam are here now, and we’re all just finishing up some pizza. We’re fixing to go downstairs, and play some cornhole. ❤️