I had an interesting conversation with my wife on Sunday. We were on the phone while she was driving back from out of town and we were talking about the daughter of a friend. The girl has had a rough life, right from birth. Through it all she has a good head on her shoulders and tries to live life the right way. She deserves to find some happiness. Towards that, she's bounced back and forth for some years between boyfriends and girlfriends and back again, in search of the one. I told my wife- not for the first time- that it makes no difference to me who a person finds happiness with as long as they find it. To which she replies, "Right. If you love someone, gender shouldn't matter."
I nearly dropped my phone.
She has no idea how close I am to putting that statement to the test. If you've read my previous blog entries you know how afraid I am of getting the worst possible reaction from her when I come out. That sentence though, coming from her, filled me with so much hope. I've always known she had open and accepting views on a lot of things but would she be so open and accepting if it was her spouse? I wish I could be certain.
I don't know when and I don't know how but eventually I'm going to find out.
Getting back to her statement, I once again felt as if the universe was conspiring against me. Here was a golden opportunity to start the conversation and the timing was no good. Now, I realize the "right time" may never truly present itself but I know what the wrong time looks like and that was it. Not over the phone while she's driving home.
I keep things pretty well hidden. The closet I'm stuck in is more like a furnished studio apartment behind a secret door. However, I do occasionally drop tiny hints, which go completely over my son's head and my wife and daughter pass off as my oddball humor. Then this morning I had a thought. Does she know more than I think she does? Is my secret not as well guarded as I think it is? Was that statement her way of dropping a hint back at me? Am I reading way too much into this and allowing myself to indulge in wishful thinking? The answer to the latter is most likely yes.
A girl can dream, though. Right?
Thanks for reading.
Peace, Love and Happiness,
Jen