The true story of a surburban wife and mother who discovers she's a lesbian...
April 5, 2011
Europeans really throw off my gaydar. I mean, who can tell? Europeans --men and women -- all look homo to me. The Gucci man-bag with aviator glasses and a huge scarf...not a good look for anyone.
Italy was incredible! I didn't do anything remotely touristy, but had lots of dinners with local Romans and experienced real culture. My friend and I also went to Belgium for the weekend and were invited to a champagne party. International fun!
I wish I could report back and tell you that I humped half the lezzies in Italy, but I only speak a few phrases in Italian and being in a country where you can't freely talk to people allows a lot of time for introspection. I was able to listen to my inner voice, and I realized that I am still very much in love with my ex-girlfriend.
Since we broke up I went to therapy, she went to therapy, we went to therapy together. We went on a few dates. Our couple's counselor said at our last session, "Well, it seems to me that even when you are not defining it as a formal relationship, you both still choose to be together."
I called her from Italy. "What are you doing tomorrow around 1:15? Because that's when my flight is getting in."
It was the grand gesture, folks. I flew home from Italy three days early, she picked me up at the airport and we didn't leave her bed for 48 hours. Bliss, I tell you. Pure bliss.