Things haven't been the way I have wanted them to be for a really long time. Things have been confusing, so confusing. It's super difficult to write about. I don't know what to say because I don't even know what to think.
I love my husband with all my being. We have been happily separated for over a decade. The first part of the separation was while we were still living together, so that was not the happy separation part. Both of us think we can't be happy as a traditional married couple. But that still breaks my heart. I still wish it could be otherwise. It's those irreconcilable differences that get you, ya know? And for us, sexual incompatibility as well.
Then there's my long-distance friendship with my star-crossed lover whom I'll very probably never see again, and haven't seen for 10 years. How we've managed to stay friends and talk on the phone almost every week is beyond me, but I'm so grateful for it; and it must be a testament to our very true and strong bond.
I love both these men with everything in me.
I often wish I had a lover though, but it doesn't feel right to me to take a lover. Very grateful for masturbation. I'm also very grateful that this aloneness has brought me into more Self Love, and deep self awareness.
As much as I love and miss sex with a man, sex without love is something I haven't done since my 20s and I'll never do again. Been there done that, type thing.
...to be continued...
Mostly About My FOO (family of origin), And My Recovery From Them -- "If you know your mother doesn't tell you the truth, don't keep acting like she does." ~ Iyanla Vanzant "If you know that your father has a tendency to not honor his word, don't keep trusting he's going to do what he says he's going to do (just) because he's your father." ~ Iyanla Vanzant
2016 Update: I care more about this blog than I do that "they" can read it, otherwise I'd stop writing it and create a new one. As long as they finally leave me and my little family alone, there should be no problem, even though I requested that they don't read it. Since they have no interest in my writing, I'm probably safe. I hope so hard they will finally respect our wishes of no contact. I care so much about telling the truth and bringing healing. I fought my entire life to bring communication, truth, and healing to my FOO. There's nothing left to fight for so I have given up, at age 59. I can now only bring healing to myself and other survivors through my words. I finally went back to work on my heart-wrenching memoir that I wrote in 2012 that I originally wrote for them as my last Hope of getting my beloved family of origin and relatives back. But, There Are None So Blind As Those Who Will Not See