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Curious…… why did you start blogging?

I have a curious mind and being a Gemini a gazillion random thoughts on the go at any one time. I am the person who googles if penguins have knees? How the word CAMP came to be used for gay men, why we call camping….camping.

I get that everyone has a unique point of view on topics, thoughts and situations and blogging can become therapeutic, interactive and a totally different perspective.

For me, when I first started to feel that spark with a woman after only previously liking men I was confused, overwhelmed and desperate to label it. I did what I would always do….. googled it.

I didn’t find any other confused, muddled mind person in this situation anywhere with the searches I tried. I found that strange. Then the mind started, how many people are googling this? How do you navigate this? I know I’m not the only one.

So the blog started. I wanted there to be at least one other perspective and a sense of normalcy for the chaos that was in my mind out there for someone to google and find if they were in the same situation so that they didn’t feel alone.

I know like everyone my story is unique for me and I love reading back on where we were at a particular point in time on our journey. I love that people interact with me and I find other people who just get it……

Reading other people blogs satisfies my curiosities on why people do the things they do and form the opinions they have. Sometimes it sparks another tangent in my mind and leads to a google fest.

But why do you blog? The chance to be heard, the escape, the anonymity, a footprint to prove you were here, to calm your chaotic mind?

Would love to hear your perspective and now I may even go and google…….. why people blog?

Has the wagon stopped digging deeper?

So we were kid free the other night and went and sat by the water. Somewhere I seek when I need clarity, peace and a quiet mind.
I’m a Gemini and can I say sometimes it is exhausting in my own head.

The conversation was polite, sometimes silent but baited with the anticipation of the words needing to be said.

I asked Justene if she was going to talk to me. She replied, “What do you want me to say?” I answered with “Anything, something, everything?”

We talked for a long time, calmly and rationally. She talked some more, I blubbered like the guilty fool I am. I listened and I mean really listened and for the first time in a long time….. I heard.

She amazed me at her strength and ability to be the bigger person and despite her anger, hurt and disappointment she was still concerned with the amount of punishment I was giving myself. And I am…….

I’m not sure how we will go or if she can ever trust me again. The next 6 months will be crucial in both of our futures. Can we dig ourselves out of the dirt, fix the wheels and get back on the track?

I’m struggling with where the boundaries lay for jokes, fun, mourning and physical intimacy. When is the right time?

I want her like I did in the beginning, an insatiable thirst that cannot be quenched.

I’m really not sure if she will ever grasp the magnitude or depth of how truly sorry I am. I am so grateful and extremely thankful that this is not the absolute end right now and one day I hope to be hopeful about our future.

Did I ask her about the inappropriateness of her communication and plans with her ex? No. Why you ask? Because again it doesn’t justify what I did in breaking her trust, I believe that if she counts me as important enough in her life she will tell me and explain in her own time.

Nows the time to dig deep, work hard, be mindful. It’s the time for guts, glory, healing and reconnecting.

I’m ready to love and be loved again, I hope she is too.

Maybe we had to fall apart to be able to fall back together………………

Happy Fucking New Year!

Happy Fucking New Year!

Well we are now 4 years into our relationship and the numerous bumps in the road have finally made the wheels of our girly wagon fall off………… we are now grinding the axles in the dirt getting deeper and deeper into our relationship grave.

Very quickly all the bullshit that lead to this moment was all family crap. Most of all my daughters devilish months of tantrums, she’s now 8. Justene’s struggle with priorities. Shes putting me first where she says I put my daughter first. Justene’s walls up and not being able to penetrate them to protect herself, my struggles with depression, our non sex life, the list goes on.

She said she had received a group message from someone regarding an old group of friends she knew from 10 years ago. One of them had terminal cancer and wanted to all have a last catch up. It was a few weeks away. The moment she mentioned it I had instant goose bumps, my heart raced and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

I don’t know why as I’ve never had that reaction with her before but I just didn’t trust that that was true. Can’t give you any other reason than that. Never had any suspicion previously what so ever.

As the weeks went by every now and then she would say oh don’t forget that thing I have. No mention of the persons name, no dinging of group messages, no memories talked about. Usually regardless of what it is we have always invited the other. It’s ok that I didn’t go but very strange for her to not give me the option.

Anyway with weeks of her constantly being late with no call or explanation and then one arvo I went to the shop and saw her sitting in the park around the corner on the phone, late again. I asked her and she said she was talking to her Mum and didn’t want to come inside and be on the phone. I call bullshit on that one as she’s constantly on the phone when she gets home and it never bothers her any
other time, why this day?

Her ex husband who is still quite involved in her family life through the family business had just lost his mother and she went to the funeral. I had no dramas with that all. It was the right and respectful thing to do, and no I did not expect an invite.

We got through Xmas with some bullshit from her family and celebrated in such a cool way for New Years. I watched her dancing with her Mum and relaxing, smiling for a change and thought I fucking love and adore this girl. What am I doing spending time in my head instead of making this our best year yet. It hit me like a ton of bricks. You want her, hold on to her and show her. Cut your bullshit and screw those wagon wheels up tight.

Instead I got an insatiable appetite to be with her, inside her, on her, under her, just with her and that’s what happened the next 3 nights. It was magic and only added to my hunger for her.

Then the irreversible mistake was made. The ultimate wheel smasher, the ultimate betrayal especially for a girl with trust issues.

I had a sick compulsion of doubt. I just couldn’t shake the last couple of months and didn’t want to move on without having it aired and cleared. I made the fateful mistake and checked only one message on her phone. From her ex husband. Always a line I had for myself to never cross. I’m a fucked up insecure human being it would seem. I thought id dealt with that trust bullshit. That moment I lost myself and the love of my life. That weekend of the group message she had meant to meet him and it didn’t happen. She was now sending him messages for Xmas with their pet names on it. She knows he still loves her so what the fuck. To me this is totally inappropriate and crosses the line on our relationship. Made not a physical betrayal but an emotional one for sure in my book.

I took her to the park where we first kissed and told her my concerns. She told me I was crazy and explained it away. She has lied to my face. Am I not worth the truth? Why can’t she admit that it was wrong? I asked is she has anything at all on her phone or messages that she wouldn’t want me to see or that crossed the line.

She told me no I’ve got nothing to hide. Then she went on to say that I have trust issues and only I can deal with them. Now it’s my fault?

So I let it go for now, then I fucked up even more and read the emails on her iPad.
A gross betrayal and invasion of privacy on my part and I can honestly say I hate myself for it.

She knows I read the messages and was so angry at me as she should be. She’s hurt , betrayed and disappointed and so am I. In her but mostly in myself. What a fucking screw up. Never once have I doubted her before or abused her trust. NEVER.

We messaged back and forth and I came home a long time later. She’s been quite nice and that kills me more. I need her to hit out, scream out or cut some scathing words like she usually would. I need to feel her anger and disappointment as it is warranted. I know I fucked up royally and I shattered her heart, my own heart and possibly my future with her. I shattered our family.

I get it. What I did was so wrong and hand on my heart I can tell you it’s something I would never ever do again. The cost to all is too great.

What about her secrets you ask? What about them. At the end of the day it does not justify what I did to her and if she is going to go she’s going to go. I can’t do anything about it. It’s out of my hands. I can’t handle another cheater again. I won’t bounce back from it and she knows it.

What do we do? Well who knows what will happen. I am willing to forgive her but I’m not sure she can forgive me. Why should she? I will spend my days and weeks even months ahead trying to put the wheels back on. Showing her how much I love and cherish her. How much I want our family together for the rest of my days. Showing her what a truly beautiful girl she is and assuring her of my love.

For me she is it.

Only question remains, can she forgive me and will she even let me try?

My future is in her hands……….

The differences between a gay life from my previous hetero one…….

Apart from the obvious…….lol

This post may be a little random and not very cohesive but here goes…..

🌈 When I first revealed I was in love with a woman everybody wanted me to define myself. “Are you a lesbian now?” I wasn’t sure myself and answered well I’m a trysexual. I try it and if I like it I’m all good. I don’t believe I’ve been a hidden lesbian my whole life but do believe after a year now that I’ve fallen in love with the most gorgeous person not her gender. I’m not sure if things went pear shaped if I’d date another girl but then again I was convinced girls weren’t my thing before……..

🌈 The mind goes overtime when what you always thought you were destined for changes. I was 98% sure I wasn’t going to have any more kids. I had enormous troubles getting pregnant the first time due to endometriosis. I’m getting on in age and I always thought when I met someone and got to know them for a few years the age gap between my daughter and the potential baby would be too great. Justene has no children of her own by choice and I’m not that keen on the 2 different dad thing. But before I could fully commit to her I had to be sure and content with myself that another child would never be an option.
It’s a big difference choosing to not have another child vs not actually having the choice.

🌈 I had to weigh up the lifestyle differences for my daughter when she starts school next year and the social consequences that come with having same sex parents. My conclusion: my daughter loves Justene and thrives in our family environment. I’d rather navigate her through our unique family dynamics with the love she’s exposed to everyday then conform to society’s norms. What’s to come I don’t know but together as a family we will navigate it open and honestly.

🌈 Every relationship I’ve had with a man has started with a glance and then the stare full of chemistry and anticipation. It’s always been physical with the emotion coming later.
This relationship with a girl was very emotional at first. Our emotional connection was well established and deep rooted before anything physical developed.

🌈 The questions from friends and some associates have been borderline rude……
One associate in particular: ” How do you have sex? WTF?
“Well what am I going to tell by 5 year old?”
” Can you just ease me in, don’t be too full on together”
” how ironic that my two best friends are lesbians?”
” it’s family time tonight when we all go to dinner so maybe turn down the physical affection shown?”

Are you fucking kidding me? If I was still with a man would any of this be an issue? No I don’t believe so.
I don’t like being made a spectacle or a novelty when we’re out. The physical affection Justene and I show each other is the most natural feeling in the world to me. I love her, she and my daughter are my world…. What make people think that just because it’s not normal to them or they don’t understand it that they can be rude. Love is love no matter with whom or what…..

🌈 we were at a wedding and the next day all had breakfast together. Walking to the restaurant Justene and I were holding hands up the path. A random lady coming out of the restaurant with her kids actually obviously and blatantly made a beeline for the other side dragging her kids with her.
My response ” you can’t catch it Hunny”
How fucking rude. I’m still amazed at the constant stares we get when we hold hands. I have to stop for a minute and thing why are people staring at us? Then I remember OMG shock horror two girls are holding hands. What is wrong with people? Again it would never have happened had I been with my husband.

🌈 Never when I was married to a man did I have another man say to me “I could lick you both from front to back and make you scream”
Apparently now I have a hot girlfriend that’s okay????

🌈 Never with husband did people ask if they could watch, or if they could have a ticket to the show.

I think at the end of the day what people don’t realise is that no matter what gender you are relationships are relationships. They have the same structure the world over. You meet someone, you fall in love. You cop the day to day runnings of a household the same bill/ money issues, the same communication and differences of opinions issues. The same are we having enough sex issues.

I have the same arguments and issues with my girlfriend that I had with my husband. It’s all down to everyday life together. We share the workload although from the outside looking in I suppose she’s the hubby and I’m the wife traditionally. All those who are in a same sex relationship or are lucky enough to be counted as friends of a gay couple know that there’s no ” so who’s the man?

2 pairs of boobs, 2 vaginas, even my 5 year old knows there’s no man!

We are who we are, we do what we do, we love who we love and if you’re lucky enough like me to find your soulmate and love of your life, the missing piece of your life’s puzzle go for it.

Love is love.