Life begins

They used to say that life begins at 40. I beg to differ. Over the last year of my 30’s I lost weight in a vain attempt to make myself feel something special about the coming decade. Often though I would look in the mirror and see the same unhappy, often asexual being, someone while 2 stones lighter looked no more attractive. Well that was how it felt to me. A great birthday celebration was planned, and while the family came together and my husband arranged a lovely meal and surprise hotel stay I was suffering from food poisoning. Something I had picked up on holiday the week before.

As my 40’s wore on I had the feeling there was something missing in my life. My marriage, which looked happy on the surface felt like torture. I was deeply unhappy. In 2009 when I was 47 my son went off to university. Although happy that he had been able to follow his own dream, I felt the empty nest he left behind intensely. I looked at his father, my husband of over 25  years and wondered how much longer I could keep up the facade. In the late summer of 2011, just after my 49th birthday my son travelled to the US to spend an academic year abroad. Little did I know that by the time my next birthday had arrived I would have found my kinky and sexual side.

50 was a turning point for me. Suddenly  I was brave enough to put myself first after years of prioritising anyone else but myself. I followed my gut instinct and tried something new. Yes, I took a risk but it paid off for me. The end result is the life I have now and the one I will have in the future.

I am now 54 and have never been happier and people tell me I look it . I have managed to find a balance between family and what I need for me. I have a new man in my life who offers me the fulfilment I never even knew I needed.

50 is a massive milestone in life, most people are over half way through their life. It is a time when we must face our own reality as we begin to lose people around us, including perhaps our parents (I lost my dad in my 50’s). It is also a time of hope as our children grow and become independent. A part of my life began in my 50’s, and hopefully will continue into my old age.

Finally I want to wish Marie Rebelle, a happy 50th birthday. Things might be more difficult that she would like right now, but I know that her 50’s will prove to be the continuation of a wonderful journey of discovery and self fulfilment. Happy Birthday!!

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Author: Julie

50 something woman, exploring life and enjoying new adventures. This website is a record of a journey from vanilla wife and mother through two new relationships. This woman is now a collared slave called MPB and is owned and controlled by her Master. A mixture of true events and memes it is often of a sexual nature and is not safe to view at work. Next things to try will be fiction. Watch this space.

5 thoughts on “Life begins”

  1. I always new we shared much…I met Master when I turned 50…..we were discussing yesterday…after an epic play time and lots of O’s…how for me, I became a sexual being at 50….my hubby had deemed me no worth the effort early on . So I can positively say to you…the best is yet to come….and thanks for leaving your addres.
    hugs abby

  2. I have heard it before, that people say that when they turned 50, suddenly things started to fall in place and where they finally dared to just be themselves. But, as you said, it’s also a scary time, as we lose people around us. I hope (against knowing better) that I will have my mom with me for a loooooooooong time still. Thank you so much for your beautiful words and lovely wishes. I am glad you’ve found what you unknowingly were looking for.

    Rebel xox

  3. every day it is a brave new day to step out into. I am glad you found the courage to do what makes you happy. There is always time to do what makes us happy. Like my Pappy used to say it aint over till you’re dead. a bit dark advice but one that has helped me find a unique push to search out new things in life.

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