Ghosted

Things had been going really well, or so I thought, with handsome Sir. We had apparently hit it off, had some amazing sex, and what I though was a good connection. We had talked and texted and had made plans. We were supposed to go away together for a weekend. And then, radio silence.

The last text I received was “how’s my boy?” which gets me on so many levels. First, he’s thinking about me, second, he puts me into the submissive role, and third, but most importantly, he exerts ownership. How’s. My. Boy. Tight caged, that’s how.

I told him His boy was missing him and looking forward to seeing him soon, and then…..nothing. I’ve texted him a couple of times since, and again, nothing. I’ve been ghosted, I suppose. Not a nice feeling, btw. Maybe a “Life’s gotten crazy” or even an “I’m not feeling it anymore” response would have been courteous. Instead, I’m left with questions. Is he okay? Did something happen? I just don’t know.

Honestly, this is literally the worst thing you can do to someone. Just say you haven’t got time or something else came along. Don’t leave someone hanging and guessing. It’s rather rude.

I’m not telling you this for sympathy. I’m just sharing what’s been happening and hoping that, should you find yourself in a similar situation where maybe you don’t or can’t see someone, just tell them. Man up, for Christ’s sake. I’m not going to throw myself off a cliff over this.

In other news, we are dealing with a family crisis at the moment. I know we are not alone in this, especially 2 years into a pandemic. But, if you’ve got mental health issues, I’m begging you….tell someone before things get so bad that you’re helpless and hopeless. People care, people want to help, and family is family, come what may. I’m really glad this person told me so we could help, but kind of angry that he suffered for so many years and got himself into such a bad place. We would have been able to do so much more. At least I think we have a plan now, at least. It’s hard to admit you need help. It’s hard to admit you’re out of control of things, but you can’t get help if you don’t ask.

It reminds me of that song lyric from Dear Evan Hansen:

Even when the dark comes crashing through
When you need a friend to carry you
And when you’re broken on the ground
You will be found
So let the sun come streaming in
‘Cause you’ll reach up and you’ll rise again
Lift your head and look around
You will be found
You will be found
You will be found
You will be found
You will be found

Please, if you’re struggling, reach out. You will be found.

-Doc

Published by Locked Doc

Middle aged switch reclaiming his kink and exploring Bdsm with both his husband and his Master. Always locked.

2 thoughts on “Ghosted

  1. Hi Doc! Being ghosted sounds absolutely terrible! I had never thought of it in the way you described…being worried that something might have happened to the person. I am really sorry you are experiencing that. And…sending hugs about your family member too. That sounds hard. On a positive note, thank you for sharing this song! I was unfamiliar. XOXO

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