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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 36
Finding Out I Was Lesbian Opened Up My Life, Killed My Depression
I got married the summer after college and moved with my husband for his job. I went into depression, I felt alone, away from my mother. My husband wanted a classic marriage and more than once he reminded me, I cook, he eats. Taking care of the apartment, working full time, being available to him was more than I could handle. If only he didn't touch me.
I met Claire at work and we became best friends. She was originally from Toronto, French Canadian, beautiful is not an exaggeration. She moved for the weather when the bank offered her a transfer. In a short time we became intimate, she took me by the hand, step by step until I was totally comfortable with expressing my love for her.
Then, out of nowhere she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, following an examination they thought was a cyst on her ovary. Overnight her insides were taken from her, a year of chemo. My husband adopted her, he was the pillar of strength for both of us. Even if you never think about having children, knowing she would never be a mother was overwhelming. It was up to me now, offering myself to be made pregnant was the most difficult act in my life.
I was a healthy 28, pregnancy came and went, we had a baby to look after. I agreed to a sibling, and we had two preschool children, a boy and a girl. Instincts come alive and we reveled in being mothers.
My husband and I never divorced, he continued to ensure we had a a nice house and transportation. Socially we are married, he is involved with the children. He keeps a home in a townhouse with plenty of room for the children. Claire has been cancer free, and keeps up with her check ups, but the fear of recurrence is always with us.
For now we take our lives together as a g*ft. I love her, and I've learned to love my husband. As a big brother.
I met Claire at work and we became best friends. She was originally from Toronto, French Canadian, beautiful is not an exaggeration. She moved for the weather when the bank offered her a transfer. In a short time we became intimate, she took me by the hand, step by step until I was totally comfortable with expressing my love for her.
Then, out of nowhere she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, following an examination they thought was a cyst on her ovary. Overnight her insides were taken from her, a year of chemo. My husband adopted her, he was the pillar of strength for both of us. Even if you never think about having children, knowing she would never be a mother was overwhelming. It was up to me now, offering myself to be made pregnant was the most difficult act in my life.
I was a healthy 28, pregnancy came and went, we had a baby to look after. I agreed to a sibling, and we had two preschool children, a boy and a girl. Instincts come alive and we reveled in being mothers.
My husband and I never divorced, he continued to ensure we had a a nice house and transportation. Socially we are married, he is involved with the children. He keeps a home in a townhouse with plenty of room for the children. Claire has been cancer free, and keeps up with her check ups, but the fear of recurrence is always with us.
For now we take our lives together as a g*ft. I love her, and I've learned to love my husband. As a big brother.
