This was actually the second time I had made this confession, although it was the first time I had confessed it to you, my Silverdrop.
Twenty years ago, I tried to tell my first wife that one of my first sex partners was another boy (I say boy because I was 15, he was 16). She did not take it well. I don’t mean she was shocked in a “Oh, how do I deal with this?” kind of way. I mean she went completely apeshit over it. Shouting and screaming, accusing me of lying. Fun stuff like that. I shut up. We both pretended it never happened. Except during the divorce years later, when she accused me of being gay and that was why I must be leaving her.
I knew I was going to tell you about my sexuality very early on in our relationship. Back then, I still considered myself bisexual – I now know myself to be pansexual. Anyway… I was very nervous about telling you. I think I would have been nervous anyway, but it was made much worse by my first wife’s reaction to it.
I didn’t plan it – it came out entirely naturally in a conversation – on ICQ I think. I don’t remember exactly what we were talking about, but it was something to do with what we were attracted to. I said “Well I am bisexual, you know!”
I seem to remember you were at work at the time. Something happened in the office that meant you couldn’t respond immediately. In fact, it was some minutes before you responded. It felt like several hours. I briefly, feared the worst.
I think I shall let you tell our dear reader (there is just the one) what your response was.
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