I'm laying in bed with my wife, with more contentment than I ever
thought possible. The love we share unmatched by anything else I have
even come close to experiencing.
The problem? Our bed lay in the
middle of an uber religious area, she comes from a family firmly rooted
in this religion and our love, our life and our marriage is completely
hidden and secret.
Why? Because we happen to be two women who
fell in love. Incredible, soul full filling, as deep in my heart as you
can get love.
So we are living out loud...but from a closet still.
We have this love between us and nary a soul in
this town knows. She had been married for 15 years, had two kids. Not a
soul in her life would ever suspect she would find the love of her life
in the arms of another woman. Let alone me. Nor did I ever suspect my
truest soul mate was in the arms of another woman.
Finding your
soul mate, the love of your life should be one of the happiest moments
of your life, to be shared with all. But my soul mate happens to be the
same gender. So although we are happy in private, and people can tell we
are happy period, no one knows it is each other that makes us happy.
I
just don't see the problem in this world. So what if you're gay?! What
does it hurt straight people. Great, your love is a guy which means
you'll have a society acceptable life, can have a family a little more
easily and will be saved from years of fighting for your rights and
hatred from others. But what would it hurt if I happen to want to be
with a woman? Why does that suddenly make me a bad person?
I
can't help who I am madly in love with. And trust me, I had plenty of
guys, good guys I could have loved and married but none made me feel this
way and none made me this happy and none loved me for me like she does.
But I'll save the conversation about being with a woman was not a choice but destiny for another post.
All
I really have to say to the haters is this- more gay people come from straight
couples than from a gay couple raising a child.
Just saying.
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