Occasionally, I somehow manage to stumble upon a particular inspiring piece of wisdom that seems appropriate to a particular action or event in my life, either past or present. I realize that I am probably not the best man for being considered “typical,” however, I also know that my own life isn’t all that far removed from humanity as to be deemed anything other than average. When I saw this observation several weeks ago, it reminded me of an incident from my past and inspired this post.
Just as Aaron, my husband, entered into my life, I had a woman with whom I had been friends with since our first week at university. To be honest, for the past ten years or so, I considered her my “best” friend. For the better part of our relationship, we were “long-distance” friends with her living in a different part of this state. Even so, we emailed each other periodically and visited together whenever I was close by her home. We even took a week-long trip to Florida together every year.
This woman was in no way ignorant of the fact that I am a same gender loving (gay) man. She was acquainted with a number of my earlier love interests/partners and understood that we were “more than just friends.” She knew that I lived in a one-bedroom condominium, had visited me there several times and knew that my partners and I shared the same bed. Short of being there when we engaged in sex, none of this was any surprise to her.
So when I confided to her that Aaron and I had met, spent the night (and an entire weekend) together, her reaction was one of disbelief and disgust. It seems that she had always harbored this nagging thought that she could “save” me from myself and my “unnatural” life. I was at a complete loss for any response.
Needless to explain further, that emotional and hateful outburst from her ended our friendship. I don’t need to be “saved” from anything other than deceitful “friends.” And no one, repeat, no one, is in any position to judge me and my life. It may not be the ideal life for others, but I am content with it and that’s really all that matters.
End of story.