This is supposed to be a piece about how I came out – told the world I was gay. The truth be told, even though I am out to my friends, most of my colleagues and my sisters – it’s always a touchy topic for me which I do struggle with. I still think, why do I have to come out? Tell people I’m gay? Isn’t the world a little more accepting, forward thinking? Why must I tell people who I’m dating? Why should anyone care?
I was in a relationship, with a man, from the age of 18 for 12 years of my adult life. He was my friend, confidant, someone I could laugh with, but not my lover. Did I know at the time that I was gay? Possibly, but society told me that as a woman I was to work hard, date a boy, eventually buy a house, get married and have children. So that’s what I started to do, until I realised that although society thought that was correct… it wasn’t right for me.
I started getting irritated with my relationship, telling my friends about my irritation, telling my then fiancé that I was irritated and couldn’t quite figure out why.