Married My Lesbian Cousin To Save Her From Herself

I have a same birthday cousin. We grew up in different parts of the company and if it wasn't that we shared our birthday we would have been distant as we are with our other cousins. We met a few times, a family reunion, a beach vacation in our preteens. We had a week together when I traveled with my mother when her mother had a hysterectomy. As always, we shared a connection.

Over time my mother kept me posted, she was expelled from school in the tenth grade along with another girl, having to finish at the public high school. Why was never answered. When college came I went to Georgia Tech to study engineering, and she went to the Arts Academy in Atlanta.

In our junior year she called me, come and get me. I heard a desperation and I drove all night and found her at the bus station, her bags with her. We went to a motel so we could sleep, she had been up all night. After we slept and showered she told me she had made a mistake and had been caught with a minor, a girl. We're talking seventeen high school senior, but technically a minor. I heard her say she 'always' liked girls and she had met her in yoga, she couldn't live without her.

We left, crossed across to Georgia, a follow up no charges were pending, but the threat by the girl's mother was enough to upset her. And now she had come out to me. We sat in my apartment. She said I needed to marry her, she knew she could be my wife but she could never be any other man's wife. Cousins, but non family fathers, we got married at the court house.

I graduated and went to work in my discipline while she dabbled in art and got pregnant. All was fine until she met Enid and she couldn't live without her. An impulsive action, I opened the door on them, with her face between Enid's legs, it was no longer narrative. She apologized, begged to be pregnant again, but the damage done by witnessing her was too much for me.

Reality was she was unlikely to get a job paying enough to live on, we had a son and it was the reason we got married in the first place. We settled in to a brother sister marriage. Enid was there, her smiles at me were upsetting. Sure, she's my cousin, but she us my wife and my son's mother. I chose to take her up on getting pregnant again.

Enid was the problem. I had to set the limits, wife and mother, or destitute divorced lesbian.

So far we are in marital counseling, she is pregnant, Enid is not welcome in the home like she used to be. We know in the intellectual world, that is her only long term solution, wife, mother, housewife, art hobby. But I hear her at night, 'but I love Enid, I can't live without her'.