Quote Originally Posted by Cool Luke's Hand View Post
Hang on, hang on a second, there's a bigger problem here than just this so-called Dom being a douche. If you've let yourself get into a state where you're thinking "Oh I don't want to go to class because of Him" and such and such, then the problem isn't just that relationship, it's you. I'm going to pause here to allow everybody reading this to seethe with fury and ignore the rest of my post while preparing lovingly crafted insults about my limited sexual prowess.

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...everybody done? Good.

It is you, and I'm telling you this because I went through the same thing last year. Not with a BDSM relationship, this one was just a vanilla thing, but it got to the point where I missed a full fortnight of lectures and seminars, not going to a single one, because she was on a trip overseas and I missed her too bad (it turned out that she'd been cheating on me the whole time, but I didn't know that until long after). It was only when a couple of friends got involved that I got my head back out of my ass and realised I was just acting like an idiot - I was taking a convenient excuse, pretending I missed her too badly, to slack off and stay in bed for most of that week.

How does this help you? It depends. We can't teach you moderation - not a word we say can fix you if you're determined to think that you're fine the way you are - that's a job for you alone. If you wake up and think to yourself "I could go to the lecture in an hour, or I could stay here and watch movies," you have to actively say "No, I'm going to the lecture". That's in bold because it's important.
Good point. I know I'm guilty of having lost sight of the original problem.

It's simply a matter of self-discipline and realizing that if you're to get certain things from life you have to give certain things. Time invested in school = a job and salary. I know when I was in college in my 30s I stayed self-motivated by reminding myself that I never wanted to be dependent on another person for food on the table again. That desire kept my nose to the grindstone.