Okay folks, I know it’s been a while. Not unusual for me. Now you see me, now you don’t. I tend to show up, when I have something to say….
One of my greatest learnings and opportunities for growth in this lifetime, especially of the unconditional love kind, came from discovering my husband was having sex with men, when our first born was only a few weeks old.
Nothing like total heartbreak, betrayal, chaos, shock, horror, disbelief to get you to either build up or breakdown one’s delicate life. In truth there was quite a bit of both along the way, until I conquered the peak of bliss and broke through all the bullshit, to create the awe inspiring relationship I now have with my best friend, my bisexual identifying husband, Andrew, twenty-four years post disclosure.
The gifts I received from this experience was something I believed was my calling, my mission to share with those looking for what I had to offer.
Yes, you can forgive.
Yes, you can trust again.
Yes, you can love unconditionally.
No, there is no rule book so to speak of.
Yes, you do have to make your own rules up as you go along.
Yes, you can be a unique individual and still be part of something bigger without losing yourself.
No, it doesn’t matter what other people think of you and how you choose to live your life with your beloved.
Yes, you can create the relationship you desire, if you both so choose, after such a revelation has taken place.
Yes, you are worth it.
Hence my leap into the written world, with the release of my first book, Sexual Biversity, loving my bisexual husband.
For a non-writer, this was a huge leap of faith. Fortunately, my leap of faith paid off and I landed, gingerly at first, upright on my feet, heart beating slightly faster than its usual beats per minute, whilst also discovering that yes, I do have a creative side. I can write and I thoroughly enjoy where my writing expeditions take me.
So much gratitude, on so many levels.
FYI, it took me over TEN years to write and have published, ‘Sexual Biversity, loving my bisexual husband’, for fear of what you may think of me. I use to be a very private person. In fact, I use to burn my journals in case someone found them after I had died!
Thank goodness I’m no longer that scared, fearful, little morsel of a woman I once was. That being said, I do thank her for bringing me to this place. For without her, who knows where I would be today.
Plus, I decided my silence was too costly. I didn’t want to reach the end of my life regretting I didn’t have the courage to speak my truth, especially if it could make a difference to someone else’s life. I didn’t want to be that selfish.