I have another issue and I didn’t even post about the last issue I had. It’s like my life has become a never-ending procession of things to feel bad about.
This week I’ve been stupidly weepy. I’ve been chalking it up to PMS and poor reading choices – particularly “Confessions of the Other Mother: Nonbiological Lesbian Moms Tell All!” and “My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy.” Neither of them left me feeling particularly enthusiastic about motherhood, a subject I already feel poorly about. I spent hours suffering from insomnia (a rare malady in my life, trust me) and crying, then being sleepy and crying followed by crying on the train, crying in my husband’s home office and crying in my lovely ladies arms. I didn’t have any particular reason for crying other than out of control hormones, but at least I knew I was being an idiot .
Just when my period arrives and my tears dry up on their own accord, life gives me something to actually cry about. Although, I may be a little premature in dismissing my hormones, since I cried at World Gay Pride after hearing that an old man was crying because he was so happy that something like Pride could happen nowadays. Continue reading →
Relationships are hard. That’s why I thought I’d take two of thm on at the same time. Glutton for punishment, I guess.
My current issue?
Being supportive of my husband’s efforts to find another woman.
My husband has, thus far, been unlucky in his pursuit of another woman for companionship or sex. It’s a hard world out there for men, and especially for a man who works from home and it is hard to meet potential honeys when you don’t know a lot of people. Triply hard if that man is married and NOT looking to cheat. A lot of women are put off by a man who loves his wife and wants to be honest with her about having extramarital relationships (and yet completely willing to hop in bed with a man who wants to be dishonest about it, go figure). Continue reading →
I’ve had a lot on my mind lately, but I’ve had difficulty finding time to write about it because I’ve been shuttling back and forth between my house and my girlfriend’s house. It’s lovely that we live all the way across London from each other. Advice for anyone starting a polyamorous open marriage: if you are going to see another partner frequently, keep the commute time down! It takes me an hour and 45 minutes to get to her place. It is completely worth it, but it is killing me!