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My Spouse
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Lesbian Female / 29
My Husband, My Wife, Three's Company, Not A Crowd, Babies, Home, Life
The year, 2018. My age, 25. My situation, first professional level job, with real benefits. My love life, 4 years with K I met in my senior year in college. My problem, my boss wanted me to marry him.
He did not know about K. I kept my love life and orientation out of the office. I did not socialize at work. I only knew my boss at work. I wasn't in love with him, but I was for the first time under the influence of a man.
I asked him to lunch, at a restaurant in a part of town friendly to gays, and the restaurant was a favorite for upper income lesbians, especially at lunch. He could afford it. I pointed out the couples, the service staff, the girl at the counter with her glass of wine. And I asked K to come, for him to meet her. For the first time in my life I was 'coming out' to the 'adult' in my life. Even my mother wasn't on that list. I came out and told him, with K at my side, we are lesbians and we wanted his blessing. We wanted him to be our Godfather at our wedding.
He had one question, "and just how do you propose to have children?" The conversation was hard, he told me he loved me, he acknowledged K, he told me it was his worst day. With his eyes focused on me he told me he wanted babies, a home, dinner at 6:30, a wife. He got up, kissed me squarely on the lips, kissed K on the cheek, and told me I was getting married to him. If K wanted to come along she was welcome, but I was going to be his wife.
This is 2022, our baby is two, I'm 12 weeks pregnant, I'm his wife, I am a home maker, dinner's at 6:30, K's right here too. She stood by my side, wore her wedding gown, and recited her vows, accepted his ring , accepted his kiss, and exchanged kisses with me. Legally is one thing, one man, one wife. But not in our house, one man and two wives by his side. She's 36 weeks, a girl, she's going to be a Mom. She actually loves him, in her own special way.
He did not know about K. I kept my love life and orientation out of the office. I did not socialize at work. I only knew my boss at work. I wasn't in love with him, but I was for the first time under the influence of a man.
I asked him to lunch, at a restaurant in a part of town friendly to gays, and the restaurant was a favorite for upper income lesbians, especially at lunch. He could afford it. I pointed out the couples, the service staff, the girl at the counter with her glass of wine. And I asked K to come, for him to meet her. For the first time in my life I was 'coming out' to the 'adult' in my life. Even my mother wasn't on that list. I came out and told him, with K at my side, we are lesbians and we wanted his blessing. We wanted him to be our Godfather at our wedding.
He had one question, "and just how do you propose to have children?" The conversation was hard, he told me he loved me, he acknowledged K, he told me it was his worst day. With his eyes focused on me he told me he wanted babies, a home, dinner at 6:30, a wife. He got up, kissed me squarely on the lips, kissed K on the cheek, and told me I was getting married to him. If K wanted to come along she was welcome, but I was going to be his wife.
This is 2022, our baby is two, I'm 12 weeks pregnant, I'm his wife, I am a home maker, dinner's at 6:30, K's right here too. She stood by my side, wore her wedding gown, and recited her vows, accepted his ring , accepted his kiss, and exchanged kisses with me. Legally is one thing, one man, one wife. But not in our house, one man and two wives by his side. She's 36 weeks, a girl, she's going to be a Mom. She actually loves him, in her own special way.
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