Although we never kept in touch after, I found myself wondering about the ‘what-ifs’. It put a furtive smile on my face when I reminisced about the words we shared, or never got round to sharing.
24, last time you’ll ever see me looking demure
10.
In my 3rd year of marriage, just before expecting my first child, would be my closest encounter to finally coming out. I was already feeling extremely alienated emotionally from my spouse because much as we liked each other’s company, we could never really connect on a level which I felt I needed but he could never understand.
So it was only natural that I transferred a lot of this on a colleague at the junior college I taught. Let’s call her V. V was like the epitome of what I wanted in a sister/companion/physical woman. When I first met her, there was an edge of ‘coolness competition’ which in retrospect was our trying to suss each other up. Truth is, like me, we both put on a guard when we find the other person attractive. And that was how it began. A relationship of constant are we/ are we not until the day I came out to her and she expressed her understanding but regret that she could never be gay because she’s what you’d call a female metrosexual. Apparently I was not the first girl who had barked up the wrong tree.
What was significant about our relationship was that I was then at the threshold of coming home to myself and she was very much the catalyst to getting me there. With her I felt I could understand what the emotional relationship was with a woman — the intensity, the connection, the understanding. And that was what I was searching for all my life but I couldn’t or didn’t dare put a finger on. With V, I felt I could be more the butchy gal in public because based on our characters and our dynamics, I was ‘active’ and well, the aggressor. Looking back, it’s all really amusingly warm in my heart how she who inspired me to come out is now a close friend who dispenses unsolicited advice which girl is right for me!
So it begun…once I acknowleged that I wasn’t ’straight’, that I could really fall for a woman and that I would even embrace the idea of kissing her, there was no turning back.
the catalyst
The next few years were spent bearing and having my two kids. During that period of significant changes to my life and lifestyle, I hardly contemplated my sexuality, possibly because I was too preoccupied with my new roles and responsibilities, putting aside personal agenda to see them through the typical challenges of kids from infant to toddler. I hardly had time in the day to even think about my hobbies, let alone who I loved, and perhaps this also affected the widening emotional chasm in my marriage, which would lead to the next chapter where I finally took a breather to find myself again.
proud & happy new mom
Coming up… Chapter 2
Comments
liz said,
September 25, 2006 at 11:58 pm
Thank you for your honest sharing. I can’t wait to read the other chapters!!!
pleinelune said,
September 26, 2006 at 10:05 am
The five-part saga has been quite a ride…. thank you for sharing all this with us, and for the cute pictures too!
mint said,
September 26, 2006 at 11:08 am
I have been following your postings. And yes, thank you for sharing your life here.
axe said,
September 28, 2006 at 3:09 am
thank you all for taking the time to plow through so much! hope it helped you all in some way.
actually, much credit to Jean for reproducing it piecemeal from my webbie.
cheers!
linda said,
September 28, 2006 at 2:18 pm
Hi axegal, I’m so encouraged by your story. Like you i’m going through a divorce because i wanted a life without compromise. I just wanted to be myself. Thank you so much for sharing your story here. It means a hell lot to me.
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