First time

I'm really not sure what I want to say here.

Not true - I have a myriad (or a 'madrid' in a nod to a former confused co-worker) of thoughts all tangled up in my head . I'm no good at sorting or organizing - thoughts or anything in my home or on my desk.....

So here goes the first thought that my fingers catch - I am losing my gay husband. Losing physical proximity to him. He & his real wife are moving to Seattle, which isn't a hop, skip & a jump from the 'burgh.

It makes me so so sad. It's hard to admit, but let's face it - when you aren't experiencing the same things together, things get lost in the translation. It takes work then, kiddies. And it makes me mental when I hear that you have to work at keeping a relationship.

Why are people so proud to say 'I work at my relationship'? Work = toil. Work = effort. Work = yuk. I want to fall into a relationship and speak the same language and laugh at the same things and love the person I'm with. I don't love my co-workers and I don't want to work at love. Do you?

But this 'marriage' and my real marriage are the real deals, so I'm going to roll up my sleeves & get to work. Make it work, in the immortal words of Ms. Gunn.