Two years have passed since I climbed into bed with my husband and told him I was gay. Since then, I have transitioned from suburban housewife and mother to a happy little lesbian. Sometimes I doubted my ability to withstand this rollercoaster.
But the ride has finally come to an end. I am fully out and incredibly happy. Recently, I met the most amazing, sexy, smart, and loving woman, and I don't want to ruin the sacredness of what we share by blogging about it.
It leaves little to write about.
So this dyke is calling it quits on the blog. I will leave all the posts up for entertainment value and perhaps as a cautionary tale...
Some of you have emailed and asked me, "Was it worth it?"
The only way to answer that is to tell you when I see her across the room at a party and she grins back at me, my heart swells with joy. And when she lays her head on my shoulder and her long, curly blonde hair is in my face, my thoughts of how lucky I am to have this beautiful woman asleep next to me keep me awake.
I would have went through all of this this fifty times if it led me to her.
