In The Merchant Of Venice, Shakespeare wrote:
Portia:
How all the other passions fleet to air,
As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embraced despair,
And shuddering fear, and green-eyed jealousy! O love,
Be moderate; allay thy ecstasy,
In measure rein thy joy; scant this excess.
I feel too much thy blessing: make it less,
For fear I surfeit.
As long as lovers have loved there has been jealousy, insecurity, doubts and fears.
It’s not easy sometimes, fighting these four foes.
A photograph left in a drawer.
She was just a name but now she has a face. A beautiful face with sparkling eyes.
Am I as pretty? Does He love me as much? Does my body please Him as much as hers once did? Does He think about her much?
Any relationship, D/s or vanilla, can fall victim to these insidious visitors.
How many have moaned under his caress, or cried in joy as his spicy hands lit their skin as he does mine? Will I be enough? Will he need more than I can give?
How do we allay our fears? Stop the gnawing doubts? Conquer the jealousy we feel when we think of the ‘ex’?
Is the answer simply trusting him? Trusting ourselves? Trusting the love we share? Perhaps it’s all three.
None of us wish to appear weak or vulnerable or foolish, but left unchecked these nasty little creatures will gnaw their way through the invisible ropes that bind lovers together as surely as a knife.
I don’t have the answers, but I do believe in Love and Trust and the power these two elements can wield…
… and I would put my faith in the two of them before surrendering to the four foes any day.