Okay, so to start with it is probably worth giving the background as to WHY I am putting myself through all this in the first place.
Obviously, when you're young, you think that by the time you're 25 you are going to be married, living in a house, maybe have a dog and at least one child... But then you get to 25 and realise that it actually isn't that old and that you'd much rather have a good time in bars and clubs for a few more years before doing anything stupid like settling down and starting a family.
And then, out of the blue, at around the same time, you suddenly realise you may not actually be cut out for the 2.4 kids and the husband. And that, just maybe, you might actually want a wife...
So it began for me. Many years of drama ensued; coming out to all and sundry is a long and thankless task. Parents, whilst they love you, live in a very different world and are not always (if ever) over the moon about having a Lesbian in the family. Worse still their own daughter who they had already picked out wedding venues, a dress, a potential husband and had the ideal family life mapped out long before the said-daughter hit puberty. But they got over it.
It took a little while longer for them to get their heads around the idea of gay marriage, and then longer still to get their heads around the idea of a gay family. But what can you expect from Daily Mail readers from the leafy suburbs?
And that's where I am now. Married, to a wonderful woman, and ready to start a family.
So how the hell does that work!?
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