So it's been almost 31 hours since she got out.
I've done all the laundry in our room, so there's no more clothes for he to be hiding in. Just a bunch of half unpacked boxes from when we moved in.

Now I gotta unpack all those boxes, and hope that the heat lamp set up I put down by the floor is successful at coaxing her out of hiding.

This is something that I am struggling with right now, and I thought I would share my frustrations and get some opinions, if you are willing to offer them.

I am a tad bit needy. When I am in a relationship, I want to spend time with that person. I want to get to know that person. I want to know how their day was, if their grandma is having surgery, or if they watched a really funny movie. I want to be friends first, and D/s second.

It is especially important for me to...