...Back to Daddy's Rules...

After my divorce, I fell into the arms of an old friend, or rather, back into a role from long ago. We didn't talk about it for years, but one night he sent me a text that made my heart race with memories and longing. 'Pack your bags,' he said simply. 'You're coming home.' The next day I was in his house, in his care...like old times. We never discussed specifics, just fell into the rhythm of it, chores, bedtime stories, strict rules...and rewards. It felt both terrifyingly familiar and blissfully new. Sometimes I'd cry at night from relief and confusion, but mostly I just let go and trusted him to take care of everything. He'd made me feel so safe before, and he did again. ...