I knew I was a lesbian around the age of 13 ... which was when my family moved from Chicago to Northern Wisconsin. It was there that I first met the girl I was to love for the next 23 years; Carol. Unfortunately, this was a long time ago (1969) ... and there weren't many lesbian role models in this small town in which I grew up. Therefore, I played the str8 game ... and dated boys ... those who were willing to Double Date with Carol and her boyfriend. Time went on ... Carol and I roomed together in college ...of course she had no idea that I was hopelessly in love with her ... She married her boyfriend, and I married one of those boys who lived in the same city Carol so that I could be near her. More time passed ... Carol had a son ... I had a son ... then, in 1990 stuff started to happen. I had 3 major deaths in my immediate family in the first 5 months of 1990. As horrible as this was, it also woke me up to how short life truly is, and how short life is to NOT be yourself. There's a lot of details I'm leaving out here ..but I'm sure you'll get the overview. Anyhow, I finally told Carol during the spring of 1990. She was shocked ... but not appalled .. and we have remained friends. I divorced my husband, took my son with me, and moved to a larger city in Wisconsin. Now, 7+yrs later, I'm in Seattle, living with my partner of 5yrs, and happier than I had ever dreamed possible. I am no longer "in love with" Carol, although a part of me will always love her. I am totally out to anyone who knows me ..including my son's teachers at school. My son is happy, I am happy, and life is good.
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