Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Cathy's Getting Married

You read that right - Heather popped the question over the weekend and I very quickly said yes.  My hands are still shaking - especially when I look at my ring! It's modest, but it's so beautiful! I still can't believe this is all happening - I mean, honestly - a lesbian with rather extreme sexual fetishes and my lifestyle, I never imagined I was the 'marrying' type...

So what does it all mean? Well, obviously, it means we have to pick out wedding dresses - yes we're both into dresses, Heather isn't into wearing a tux or anything. It also means I will wheel down the aisle - we've already decided. It's how I feel the most 'me' and means a lot to me, and it's how Heather met me, so that's what we're gonna do, family and friends be damned. (My mom already said she wouldn't attend the 'sinful display' so screw her) 

It means something else, too...  A somewhat harder part. You see, I made a promise, when I said yes. I made a promise to put all this 'ParaCathy' stuff behind us. Not my chair or my desires, but my online persona. The website, the chats, the stories, all that. 'ParaCathy' will exist no more. For her, and for our marriage. 

It makes sense, of course - the biggest fights we've had, the closest we've ever come to breaking up, were all over my online crap.  The 'New Mobility' fiasco, 'chat-gate', etc... All spurred on by my website, me looking for attention, trying to be a 'spokesperson', or me just wanting to 'get lucky' online with some random fetish friend. 

So that's it. This is officially my final post as 'ParaCathy'. I am happy that I made so many friends and met so many interesting people, but all good things - or bad things, or kinky things- must come to an end. I made a promise, to my future wife, and I'm going to keep that promise...  And don't worry - I get something I've been wanting out of this deal, too - let's just say she's got her own pair of forearm crutches so far, and might be wiling to add more.  

So long, and thanks for all the support and love...


PS - did anyone know my real name isn't Catherine? It's Patricia, actually.... And that's all you're getting on that.