Lot's of weeks, when he's gone and life is busy and i get totally caught up in my work and taking care of the kids, i move into a different mindset.
I start to forget I'm his, not really my own. The longer or more busy and stressful the time apart, the further away i get from really knowing that. Not that i doubt it - if anyone asked i would certainly say it was so without any hesitation.
But my deeper consciousness forgets it. I can say the right words and give the right answers, but i have to force it, i don't feel it; i put it on instead of it coming from within. Sometimes i can't even put it on. Sometimes - well - sometimes i say all the wrong things all the wrong way.
So it's a good thing when he comes home and right away he reminds me, forcefully and with few words, that i am his.