Typically these stories start off a little different. My friend (who I will obviously not name) is not like most of these closet cases who marry women because they're sexually confused and think committing will change them. No, he did it because he was vying for his unnaturally neglectful father's acceptance. When I approached him in 9th grade about his sexuality, he quickly changed the subject. A few years later, he comes back into my field of vision and life; this time, with a girl by his side. We're both 23, and met when we were 14.
He's joined the army now and he's very good looking. She is... not. She's a nice woman and I'm very respectful of her and of their relationship. I still kind of liked him, though... there was something more to it. He brought her to my house, and we went to dinner, the three of us. It was very awkward, because she knew all about me, I guess.
I soon found out that he still is attracted toward me. He made an advance at me that night, and I turned him down; he had a girlfriend. I was seeing someone. I'm really not into wrecking relationships. It just isn't me.
For five years, he didn't speak to me. A few days ago, he came into town. Now he'd married the girl; he came into my house. We sat on the couch and talked for a while... and there was this look. Like something had been left unsaid.
We spoke very cryptically about his marriage. I learned he doesn't love her. He is attracted to women, but doesn't love this girl. He married her to impress his father. As he was telling me the story, he hugged me. And then he started crying. He told me he missed me, and that I was the one he wanted.
I think a lot of people like to assume that when you have this kind of power over a married man, it feels good. It's a common fantasy, taking a man and "converting" him, or if he's already gay, there's something taboo about it still. I felt no such power. I felt kind powerless, actually, because I know there's nothing I can do to help him. I also felt a complicated kind of sadness and uncertainty. If he wants to divorce his wife and flee to me, what does that make me? A homewrecker? I admit I'm troubled by the thought, since I have no ill will toward the girl.
A few weeks have passed now and we speak on the phone. He's become more brave about it, and I'm worried, because I don't want any trouble, despite having very strong feelings for him. He's a good soul who got wrapped up in something too big for him. And honestly, I'm not sure I'm ready to be wrapped up in it. As terrible as this may sound, I have feelings for him but have no such liking for his baggage, although as a friend I'd be willing to help him cope.
I know I haven't really asked a question, or asked for advice per se; there are really only two roads to travel here and I know well what they are. I'm never above words of wisdom and an e-shoulder to e-cry on, though.
He's joined the army now and he's very good looking. She is... not. She's a nice woman and I'm very respectful of her and of their relationship. I still kind of liked him, though... there was something more to it. He brought her to my house, and we went to dinner, the three of us. It was very awkward, because she knew all about me, I guess.
I soon found out that he still is attracted toward me. He made an advance at me that night, and I turned him down; he had a girlfriend. I was seeing someone. I'm really not into wrecking relationships. It just isn't me.
For five years, he didn't speak to me. A few days ago, he came into town. Now he'd married the girl; he came into my house. We sat on the couch and talked for a while... and there was this look. Like something had been left unsaid.
We spoke very cryptically about his marriage. I learned he doesn't love her. He is attracted to women, but doesn't love this girl. He married her to impress his father. As he was telling me the story, he hugged me. And then he started crying. He told me he missed me, and that I was the one he wanted.
I think a lot of people like to assume that when you have this kind of power over a married man, it feels good. It's a common fantasy, taking a man and "converting" him, or if he's already gay, there's something taboo about it still. I felt no such power. I felt kind powerless, actually, because I know there's nothing I can do to help him. I also felt a complicated kind of sadness and uncertainty. If he wants to divorce his wife and flee to me, what does that make me? A homewrecker? I admit I'm troubled by the thought, since I have no ill will toward the girl.
A few weeks have passed now and we speak on the phone. He's become more brave about it, and I'm worried, because I don't want any trouble, despite having very strong feelings for him. He's a good soul who got wrapped up in something too big for him. And honestly, I'm not sure I'm ready to be wrapped up in it. As terrible as this may sound, I have feelings for him but have no such liking for his baggage, although as a friend I'd be willing to help him cope.
I know I haven't really asked a question, or asked for advice per se; there are really only two roads to travel here and I know well what they are. I'm never above words of wisdom and an e-shoulder to e-cry on, though.

























