Tomorrow I watch another of my friends get married. Walk down the aisle, join her life to the man she wants to spend the rest of it with.
And I guess I’m genuinely happy for her!
For so long I considered marriage a sham, not because I’d seen so many failures but because I couldn’t imagine the possibility of me ever finding that kind of love or the dream of commitment. That was selfish, to assume that the happiness of millions of others depended on my own.
Well, no more. I think I’ve found that now, and am quite content.
Found out today that another friend of mine has known about me for some time. I feel kind of bad that I didn’t trust her with the knowledge, but you never know. She is of the Christian fundamentalist persuasion, but still, you never know.
Basically, I’m afraid of losing the friendships I’ve worked at building the last couple of years over this.
I’m afraid of my Christian friends turning their backs on me.
Hell, I’m afraid of my family turning their backs on me (except for my youngest sister; she knows).
My friends have become my family, and I’d hate to lose any of them. I don’t expect them all to necessarily approve. They have their own beliefs and I wouldn’t want to impose anything on them. This is a lot of change to handle, so I’d understand. Doesn’t mean I’d like it, but I’d have to respect the decisions of anyone who couldn’t deal with my being a homosexual.
I really hope it doesn’t come to that. Everything has changed now that I found him.
a hard and a rock place 