Life Was Good With Sandy Running Things
I first got involved in a female led relationship by accident. My wife and I were living in Hawaii when she lost the ability to walk. It started slowly, first I did all the shopping. She would write out a list and I would shop. Before driving home, I would call and ask what I could bring home for lunch. Sometimes it would be take out, sometimes it would be something for me to cook when I got home, sometimes I would surprise her with shrimp for shrimp cocktail. She loved bacon and tomato, or grilled cheese sandwiches, She didn’t like lettuce!
I would move her out to my garden on house cleaning day. She looked like a queen in her peacock chair, surrounded by flowers and I loved watching her. On laundry day, I would drive into Pahoa early, park right out front and get the best washers. While the clothes were in the wash, I would walk down the the corner cafe for a Bloody Mary. One morning, one of the regulars told me I was P—- whipped, that my wife should be doing laundry. I explained that I loved her, and I just put up with him. After putting the clothes in the dryers, I would have a beer and get a half order of eggs Benedict to bring back home to Sandy, she loved eggs Benedict.
I bathed Sandy every morning, and washed her hair. I enjoyed every moment of doing for her. In the afternoon, I would walk the dog, the walk took around an hour, but being in Hawaii, I would bring Sandy a beautiful bouquet of exotic flowers since they grew by the side of the road. My life was good with Sandy running things. I have never been more content. Sandy passed from heart failure in 2012, now I only go with dominant, take charge women! I highly recommend a FLR to any man who values a happy life!
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Why does somebody have
to be in charge?
Hi, John.
Why does somebody have to be in charge?
My relationship with my lady is in many ways egalitarian, but when we are paralyzed because of disagreement, we have found it useful for one or the other of us to have the final say in each area of our lives. (Some might call these food groups.) In our home there are some areas where I have the final say, spiritual for instance, but there are others, the majority perhaps, where she gets the final say. I sometimes call this her “vote and a half.”
FLR gave my first wife permission to ask for/demand the things she needed during her final illness which lasted seven years. I have carried over the habits and values that I cultivated that time into my new relationship, where thank God, I am married to a strong and healthy woman who knows her own mind and celebrates living in a Female-led Relationship with me. My lady and I are both grateful for the dynamics we are cultivating and can’t imagine doing things any other way.
All the examples of caring for her, bringing her some food doing the laundry, gives me value and purpose. I wonder why I am so committed to serving her?