Sex + Love

It has been 18 years since we got married and in our first visible act of equality in our relationship, we both hyphenated our names, taking each other’s last name. From the very beginning, as we attempted to define what we wanted in our marriage working primarily from knowing what we didn’t want, we determined a foundation on which to build.

It has been 18 years since we got married and in our first visible act of equality in our relationship, we both hyphenated our names, taking each other’s last name. From the very beginning, as we attempted to define what we wanted in our marriage working primarily from knowing what we didn’t want, we determined a foundation on which to build.

I’m happy to say that, though it’s been fifteen years since that night, Chelsea, Sarah, and I are still best friends.

Four years ago I made a decision that still haunts me. A decision that would change lives forever. His would be ended. Mine would be empty without him. Some will say taking him to Hospice was the humanitarian thing to do. I allowed him to die with dignity.

After running a mental postmortem on why the guy I was dating ended things, I discovered he used a form letter from an Internet site to break up with me! And this was my response . . .

I saw my present mother-in-law in a whole new light the first time she held my newborn son.

Typical advice: Go out there and find yourself...on the precipice of death overlooking a valley of broken dreams, student loans, and tears.

No one ever told me I was great, even just good, just as I was. That’s step one.