The Life of a Serial Mistress

I was contemplating ending my blog because I didn't think I had enough to say, and didn't want to be seen as bragging about my life or experience, but sod it, I've sat on Lorraine Kellys sofa and told the world what I do so a blog on here won't kill me. Who knows, it might actually be interesting and I've had such lovely words of support from everyone around me that I may well end up with the book I always wanted to write :) Thank you to everyone posting comments and sending emails. I'm grateful to know I'm not the only one who thinks this isn't worthy of a discussion in parliament, and declaring a state of emergency in North Yorkshire :)

Well, the deed has been done, and short of crucifying myself for wearing the wrong outfit, and hating the 'sofa' shot, I've been on TV standing up for the rights of the 'Mistress' and proving that it can be a lifestyle choice and not the behaviour of a marriage wrecking ho-bag :) The experience has been interesting, to say the least, and it has been an eye opener, but I am a teeny bit proud of myself (although most people would say I should be ashamed of myself not proud) that I've taken a stand on a subject that, so far, seems to have been taboo in the media. The mistress has always been portrayed as the sad, pale, emotional wreck who is desperate for him to leave, sits in every night pining and wishes she'd met him earlier :) I don't believe I've pined over anyone in my life, and I'm not about to start now :) There are mistresses out there, who love our lifestyles, who love being pampered, love 100 % attention, and love (not in the full sens