barefootgirl69
Wild Little Cupcake
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I'll try to resist licking that little bit of frosting that inevitably gets on my fingertips...
I'll try to resist pushing cake all over your face!
Did I say that out loud!!!
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I'll try to resist licking that little bit of frosting that inevitably gets on my fingertips...
I'll try to resist pushing cake all over your face!
Did I say that out loud!!!
Not even engaged and you've skipped ahead to the reception.
I'll bring the sippy cups
Thanks for the answers, ladies. And BFG for getting it and chatting with me a bit.
Love you.
Ladies, do you find a time that your Daddy is too protective?
**clear throat**
Um. I realize you specifically mentioned "ladies," but I've been ruminating a bit and thought I might offer my opinion if I may (with the obvious proviso that I'm still trying to work out just what label might apply to me)?
So, here's the thing. A couple of the posts in reply made me long for my old armor and sword. Well, okay, my old sword since I never actually got the armor finished before she took away my tools.
But, I think it's possible for a Daddy to be overprotective even without the obvious abuse that rends my heart to read about. A "helicopter Daddy" if I might be so bold.
And it's something that I've fought against an inclination in myself. My kneejerk reaction is that if I see harm coming, I will put myself in the way of it. It's a need every bit as abiding and deep as some here have to allow their little to come out to play. I need to know that I have done good and stood between her and the harm I saw.
But... Well, from time to time, I have been just a little too fast to strap on my shining... nope, scratch that. My dented and pitted dark armor and whistle for my charger.
I don't know. The only answer I have been able to find for myself is that if I am somehow forcing her to be smaller than she wants to be, then I am not helping her so much as controlling (if rather less than some have shared) her from my own selfish desires and it's time for me to "step the fuck off."
I have no problem with being her shelter in the inevitable storms. I very much desire it in fact.
But, when the skies are clear and she needs a perch to launch herself from to spread her wings and fly, I want to be that too.
And still remain the shelter for her to come back to when she's done spreading her awesomeness for another day.
I don't know. That's probably all about as clear as mud.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that she can choose to be a little to me, but if I am somehow making her become smaller than she wishes to be in order to fit, then I need to spend more time growing larger. However large she needs me to grow.
**leaves a pile of organic lollipops behind as he stumps off in search of something else to Puck up**
Yummy people with yummy posts .Thanks a lot .
**clear throat**
Um. I realize you specifically mentioned "ladies," but I've been ruminating a bit and thought I might offer my opinion if I may (with the obvious proviso that I'm still trying to work out just what label might apply to me)?
So, here's the thing. A couple of the posts in reply made me long for my old armor and sword. Well, okay, my old sword since I never actually got the armor finished before she took away my tools.
But, I think it's possible for a Daddy to be overprotective even without the obvious abuse that rends my heart to read about. A "helicopter Daddy" if I might be so bold.
And it's something that I've fought against an inclination in myself. My kneejerk reaction is that if I see harm coming, I will put myself in the way of it. It's a need every bit as abiding and deep as some here have to allow their little to come out to play. I need to know that I have done good and stood between her and the harm I saw.
But... Well, from time to time, I have been just a little too fast to strap on my shining... nope, scratch that. My dented and pitted dark armor and whistle for my charger.
I don't know. The only answer I have been able to find for myself is that if I am somehow forcing her to be smaller than she wants to be, then I am not helping her so much as controlling (if rather less than some have shared) her from my own selfish desires and it's time for me to "step the fuck off."
I have no problem with being her shelter in the inevitable storms. I very much desire it in fact.
But, when the skies are clear and she needs a perch to launch herself from to spread her wings and fly, I want to be that too.
And still remain the shelter for her to come back to when she's done spreading her awesomeness for another day.
I don't know. That's probably all about as clear as mud.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that she can choose to be a little to me, but if I am somehow making her become smaller than she wishes to be in order to fit, then I need to spend more time growing larger. However large she needs me to grow.
**leaves a pile of organic lollipops behind as he stumps off in search of something else to Puck up**
*mankes another cookie, brownie, cupcake and ice cream delivery
She sends her love and very best wishes to all of us in this thread...
The only exception is LanceGibs!
How about some chicken wings and beer?
Just kidding LOL. I made myself laugh!
Thank you. *curtsies* would you like to have some cake and tea?
Ange,
You are not alone. I can go into what I lived with for 20 years, bit I won't. I still have nightmares and I don't want to dredge it up. Suffice to say, much of what you said is what I referred to in my "dominating vs domineering" rant. It's why I said run, and that I should have listened to my gut instincts.
I'm sorry you're going through this. My heart aches for you.
I need to go cry now.
Angel, I apologise. I guess I didn't understand the question. I promise that my comments were not at all intended to cause any pain or mental anguish. I truly did not think that Fara was referring to abusive or irrational levels of control. I sincerely thought we were talking about "too protective" in healthy DD/lg relationships and my comments reflected that...I thought.
I, too, was in an abusive, controlling relationship at one time. It was only through some not-so-divine intervention that I avoided marrying my son's father. I would have been in a very similar situation to yours if that had happened.
My heart goes out to you. I'll be sending you blessings and hoping for a resolution.
I would like to apologise to everyone else for bumbling around like the insensitive, clueless, socially inept nerdette that I am.
I love that you are all so supportive and I appreciate you all. Take care of yourselves.
O____0 I need this bear in my life. Lol.
Funnily I HAVE a picture of me at 13 curled up in a bear just about that size at the Arnold Palmer SATT office on my graduation from counseling. I'd pretty much claimed said bear as my chair for the year I was there.
I miss that bear. Good picture. It took doing to log back in today.
**clear throat**
Um. I realize you specifically mentioned "ladies," but I've been ruminating a bit and thought I might offer my opinion if I may (with the obvious proviso that I'm still trying to work out just what label might apply to me)?
So, here's the thing. A couple of the posts in reply made me long for my old armor and sword. Well, okay, my old sword since I never actually got the armor finished before she took away my tools.
But, I think it's possible for a Daddy to be overprotective even without the obvious abuse that rends my heart to read about. A "helicopter Daddy" if I might be so bold.
And it's something that I've fought against an inclination in myself. My kneejerk reaction is that if I see harm coming, I will put myself in the way of it. It's a need every bit as abiding and deep as some here have to allow their little to come out to play. I need to know that I have done good and stood between her and the harm I saw.
But... Well, from time to time, I have been just a little too fast to strap on my shining... nope, scratch that. My dented and pitted dark armor and whistle for my charger.
I have no problem with being her shelter in the inevitable storms. I very much desire it in fact.
But, when the skies are clear and she needs a perch to launch herself from to spread her wings and fly, I want to be that too.
And still remain the shelter for her to come back to when she's done spreading her awesomeness for another day.
I don't know. That's probably all about as clear as mud.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that she can choose to be a little to me, but if I am somehow making her become smaller than she wishes to be in order to fit, then I need to spend more time growing larger. However large she needs me to grow.
Hugs.
I didn't read what sassy pants wrote. I know it already and she was right when she told me not to before work.
I know from when we spoke before you went through bad shit. I'm sorry for that.
I'm kind of understanding, slowly that in many ways my own marriage was almost abusive. Not sure I'm prepared to admit that totally to myself yet but something happened earlier in the week that was her at her manipulative worst.
Sassy pants was there for me to talk to and it helped immeasurably.
A lot of talk about protection... Do you ladies realise how much you can protect us too?