Adrienne
Investment is a good word; better than expectation, commitment, care or affection. Investing in something or someone speaks volumes about your reasoning. I make it work bloody hard as a part of my life, something based on my decisions about what is worthwhile. Weak minded investment, in whatever guise, is useless- lots of lame neurons firing off like background static. How many fucking people run around like that- muddled and moaning because they don't understand what influences them! The media is full of such nonsense and others' conversations no less so. Decide your goal, spot the signals and decide what you will demand and deliver on. Discriminate and invest.
Whilst this sort of investment works pretty much anywhere, it has been a basis for sixteen years with James. We'll toss the 'nice guy' salad some more later; for now I know only that I have insisted on him being my sort of partner, every morning, every day, every month and year. I shook him free from his folksy ideas of marriage. Stop FUCKING WELL buying me flowers! Note how I work, how I make life better and then get behind that, doing whatever it takes to help realise those goals. Call it what you bloody well like, taste, intelligence, judgment, know-how, breeding, use your brain to appreciate it and then invest. Robert learned fast so I stuck with the investment. We talked at length about power, influence, respect and what it took to be with me. We redefined fucking, dating, mating and parenting as part of that, you can't live investment sometime, in just one place. I don't wear the pants at home because of some sexual game, or for his gratification. He has had to learn to accept my leadership and I to take charge in ways that weren't immediately apparent to a 20 year old. I took the university education, secured the executive post, and take charge because of my attitude, not because of my tits.
Country: United Kingdom
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