The little things...
I am 47 years old. I am bisexual but I have had more experience with men than women. I have lived in 7 different states and visited many more. I have recently moved to the northern part of the Midwest.
I have successfully escaped 10 years in an emotionally abusive marriage.
Polyamory has always been a part of my life whether I had a name for it or not. I am only now discovering exactly how I want to have it in my life.
My current partner is asexual, something he didn’t honestly understand about himself or even have a word for until we were already in love and on our way to a new life together. Being a woman in your late 40’s with a partner who isn’t really interested in sex creates a whole new vocabulary for what it means to be dissatisfied.
Currently I am rebuilding me. I am discovering who I am and what I want. It sounds enlightening and magical but mostly it’s just frustrating.
I am trying to get out more but right now I mostly sit in front of this computer. I trying to take more walks. Cook real food instead of emotional hole filling crap. Read. Write. Go back to school? Get involved with my own life. It’s a process, good or bad I am at least taking the steps.
I may be battered and bruised emotionally but I am healing and I am not broken.
I am 47 years old. I am bisexual but I have had more experience with men than women. I have lived in 7 different states and visited many more. I have recently moved to the northern part of the Midwest.
I have successfully escaped 10 years in an emotionally abusive marriage.
Polyamory has always been a part of my life whether I had a name for it or not. I am only now discovering exactly how I want to have it in my life.
My current partner is asexual, something he didn’t honestly understand about himself or even have a word for until we were already in love and on our way to a new life together. Being a woman in your late 40’s with a partner who isn’t really interested in sex creates a whole new vocabulary for what it means to be dissatisfied.
Currently I am rebuilding me. I am discovering who I am and what I want. It sounds enlightening and magical but mostly it’s just frustrating.
I am trying to get out more but right now I mostly sit in front of this computer. I trying to take more walks. Cook real food instead of emotional hole filling crap. Read. Write. Go back to school? Get involved with my own life. It’s a process, good or bad I am at least taking the steps.
I may be battered and bruised emotionally but I am healing and I am not broken.
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