I’m From Long Island, NY.

by danielle s.

I’m a late bloomer. I came out…(I always have to figure it up) 16 years ago, when i was 33. Between one moment and the next, one as a straight person, the next as a…not straight person. After I blinked and told my boss, who hugged me and said, “Welcome to the family,” I went home and told my husband. He already knew, and had just been waiting for me to figure it out. We talked a bit, and then it became a non-event.

I’m a lesbian. I told people that I wasn’t bi, because I wasn’t attracted to any other men besides my husband. What I did wasn’t who I am. Not very many understood. But there are many more married lesbians out there than most people realize.

Since my mother is severely mentally ill, I didn’t tell her. I didn’t tell Dad because he can’t keep a secret longer than it takes him to find someone to tell. Although I did tell my friends within days. And…that was it. Without wrestling with the question, without a moment of guilt, or however that works, I came out. Our gay friends were still our gay friends, our marriage was fine, life was grand.

Until now. Or more precisely, 4 years ago, when my husband left me because he fell in love with a straight woman. So now I’m a married lesbian with a broken heart.

One Comment:

  1. I’m a married gay man. Love and sexual attraction must be in different parts of the brain. I hope you have plenty of support to get you through your loss.

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