In another life, I would be preparing for my Sir's arrival on Friday. Unfortunately, life happened, and He called me today to let me know that our weekend was cancelled. I've been mentally prepared for this since Sunday night, but it was still difficult - for both of us.
He apologized for not coming to see me. As submissively as possible, I told Him there was no need to apologize. With what He's going through right now, He's doing exactly what He should do. I told Him if it was me, I'd do the same thing.
I was a little uncomfortable with His shock at how understanding I am about everything.
"What kind of person would I be if I got upset about this? What you're doing is important and necessary!"
"You'd be shocked, pet. Not every woman would be ok with this."
"Well, baby, you might be surprised, but I'm not like most women."
"You got that right!"
I couldn't help but feel a little bit of satisfaction at that. It didn't stop the tears from flowing after we ended our phone conversation. I miss Him so much - it's a physical ache. So yeah, I'm disappointed - and so is He - but I understand completely, and I wouldn't want Him to do anything differently.
Before anyone feels bad for us, our weekend visit is delayed by only one week. Timing was weird for October and November, and before everything went crazy, we were going to have two weekends together. Now it's just one, but that's okay. In ten days, I will have four days with Him. I'm okay with that.