God Wanted Me To Have Bigger Closets

Over five and a half years ago I came out to my wife as a gay man for the second time.  The first time was shortly after we met twenty five years ago.  After painfully wrestling with the kind of life I wanted to live going forward, I made the decision to move out of my marriage.  My wife and I separated over three and a half years ago.  

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My New Life

Until my wife was diagnosed with cancer two months ago, I thought I was in the final stages of ending my married life and beginning a neww life with my partner. I went from planning my divorce to planning my wife’s cancer treatment.  My wife’s battle with an aggressive cancer brought me back into her life, after three years and four months of separation. Her tumor was found the week before we were set to begin divorce mediation. 

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The Counterpoint

 

In my prior post I described some of my thoughts and feelings as I approached beginning divorce mediation with my wife. Before finalizing and posting my last blog post I made sure that I had a conversation with my partner to share with him what I was feeling and thinking. I did not want him to read intimate thoughts and feelings that touched our relationship for the first time online. 
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Mr. Robot, Divorce and Coffee

A number of months ago, when my partner of a year and eight months and I first discussed the idea of living together I was very excited.  But then I quickly got very scared.  Although at that time I had not yet started the divorce process with my wife of 23 years, I had been avoiding doing anything that would rock the boat with her.  The early explorations of co-habitation with my partner brought these issues to the forefront.  

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Does Place Matter?

I spent the past week with my boyfriend and two friends at my parents summer home. Four gay men spending a relaxing week at a New England summer resort town. For much of that week, however, I had a surprising level of anxiety and stress.  But last night coming home to my own apartment, with my boyfriend, I felt at ease.  I began to think about the question of place and the role it plays in our lives. 


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