Sexual Healing Is Real
How a man I met in a bar gave me back myself.
My first husband was gay. Okay, maybe bisexual, but just barely. Even when I divorced him after eleven years, he never told me face-to-face. Instead, he told my sister, knowing she would pass the information on to me.
Trying to understand the relationship, I had asked several times whether he preferred men. He’d always say no, though months would have…