Yet, you look around on the train or at the store, and everyone carries on. Even I carry on.
Yet, again, when you lose someone, there is only before and after. Firmly bisexual, I am grateful to have had a wife who loved me for who I am. And I love(ed) her with everything I am. But in the two years since she died, I'm lost as to how to deal with men, and women, who I might love and who might love me. I am open to a relationship with a guy. But, also, I can't see how I can marry again.
These days, I'm assumed to be straight. Having been married 25 years, no one asks, "Are you bi, gay, either, neither?" And, "Coming out", how does that make sense? Do I hit up chat rooms, bars, (none of which I ever did before)? Sorry, I feel like I may have gone on a bit too much.
Any thoughts, suggestions, or critique would be appreciated.
Yet, again, when you lose someone, there is only before and after. Firmly bisexual, I am grateful to have had a wife who loved me for who I am. And I love(ed) her with everything I am. But in the two years since she died, I'm lost as to how to deal with men, and women, who I might love and who might love me. I am open to a relationship with a guy. But, also, I can't see how I can marry again.
These days, I'm assumed to be straight. Having been married 25 years, no one asks, "Are you bi, gay, either, neither?" And, "Coming out", how does that make sense? Do I hit up chat rooms, bars, (none of which I ever did before)? Sorry, I feel like I may have gone on a bit too much.
Any thoughts, suggestions, or critique would be appreciated.


