Sometimes

When I was thirty six, and had been divorced for two years, with a son, I started having a lesbian love affair with a friend. She was my age and also divorced, but with no children
Of course we were both quite aware of how this would look so we were careful to be discreet and keep this a secret. Then my son found out. I was so sure that he would shocked and appalled and think the worst of me.

To my complete surprise, he was none of those things. He was entirely understanding and basically thought that it was nice and had no problem with it.

So our affair went on, and without the constraints. Then, two years later, after my son was living on his own, the two of worked up the courage and we moved in together. When I was younger, I had never dreamed of becoming a lesbian and neither did she. This was not our life’s ambition I can tell you. For both of us lesbians were always these stereotypical tough, man-hating women, and not just two otherwise perfectly ordinary women. And no, we don’t have this husband and wife role, we are both just women in our relationship and glad of it, thank you very much. My son visits regularly and he thinks that this is wonderful that we are both having a good time together and are happy. Oh, joy!