I know that I need to write today, and I knew that before she left me her message. She will begin a cycle of grief. I think that is completely personal. So, I’m going to write what I know right now.
I love her. I want to build a life with her. She is like no one. She has the highest standards of anyone who I’ve ever met. I’m not easily intimidated. I’m so good on my own too, so we will see what our future holds as some more time passes. I know that if she breaks up with me for good that I’ll be just fine and will keep on doing what I do.
I was a bizarre shell of a human being for a year and still exhibited some questionable behaviors afterward after I finally came out. Why didn’t I come out sooner? The funny thing is how big of a lesbian I am. I would say that in terms of femininity, I am pretty middle-of-the-road, and certainly men look at me and the ballsy ones will approach me and hit on me, but it’s pretty rare that I have to come out to anyone. The quintessential Tomboy, and very much into playing hard, laughing and being physical are part and parcel of who I am at my core. When kids from high school found out that at 23 I had married, the common reply was, “______, is married? To a man?” I stayed in that marriage for nine years too, which was baffling given how little we had in common and our playmate role even had fallen away after about 5-years of knowing each other. This fall I have known him 18-years. He’s ok, but doesn’t have any goals so I sometimes I have trouble respecting his decisions. I have not missed living with him for what will be five full years this fall. That’s the thing, I’m loyal and want what’s best for others… Historically…
We had started working through this relationship and couple’s text and some of the preliminary chapters combined with my blogging and my own therapy has lead me to know that part of me has fallen away. I’m only still loyal. Now, I want what is best for me and my son. I broke up with my with ex because she was a drunk and a control freak. I don’t think that she ever loved me. The woman who I had my coming out affair with didn’t ever really love me either. I know, too, that my ex-husband never loved me either, but was young and interested in propriety and doing right by his family. I get that. We have some similar values.
Now, I want what’s best for me and my son. The stupid dating shit that I’ve done isn’t good for either of us, and yields my feeling empty. I like how circumspect I have become based on my lessons yielded from dating hell. I’m a lesbian version of a “Sex in the City” character, seriously. I’m just not an empty sex afficionada, so I can’t be Shane. Of course, I have had sex most months for two years, so that’s probably easier for me to say, but I would prefer not to have another FB. Those kinds of unions do not yield a relationship. Even if I try, those kind of girls that you start out just doing are not the ones who I want to settle down with because I’m pretty concrete. If I get together with you because I want to have sex, that’s what I want. If something organically develops, it still probably was based in lust and not in being compatible. I’m looking for settling down with someone and growing together, or I’ll just have sex occasionally and do my thing. I’m an independent and strong woman and won’t settle. Not even a little.
Good for you – don’t settle.
I won’t. I haven’t yet. I want someone who wants to be with me and doesn’t have a pattern of what seems to be neutrality at the beginning of each month. Thanks for commenting.