I am about to share with you my story, it is true, it real, and it is true transparency.
My husband betrayed me in the worst way! Now, I am allowing myself to heal through the process of Storytelling. It is my hope that my story will help someone else, even if you just laugh. I want to share with you, “Things That I Lost In The Fire: My Marriage”
If you have questions or want to hear more of my story, please let me know. If you can relate to this story, please feel free to share.
I should have known that there was going to be a damn problem when we didn’t consummate our marriage until 5 days after the wedding, and that was only because I kept asking for it…and that shiggty ain’t normal!
As cliché’ as this might sound, I have to lead with this tired description; he was tall, dark, handsome (at least I thought so) and an incredibly talented musician. My Man! I am not sure if this is important but I was 10 years his senior. We could talk on the phone for hours, first as friends, later as Lovers, and in the end, there was no conversation at all.
Who knew the secret he was hiding or the length of deception that he was willing to go to in order to keep his secret; back to the story.
As usual, my mind was racing, as I lay in our bed naked, thoughts racing; was this time going to be different or was the MAN, I married gone for good? What am I doing?
I gotta tell you, as often as I had seen this version of my “man” I was still surprised by the sight that came through the double doors of the bathroom into our marital bedroom. There he stood, all 7’1″ of big his ass including the 6″ inch stiletto thigh high boots, in full drag; fishnet stockings, my lingerie, and a full face of MY Mac. Again -What-The-Hell!
This would be the last time we were together. Don’t judge me! Or damn it, do, but learn. I’m not quite sure what the hell happened, so I am just going to start and hope that I can give my own self some clarity and insight into my foolishness.
I consider myself rather intelligent. I am a well-educated African-American woman, spiritual, loyal, sensual, sexual – I am a woman. With all that being said how to did end up in a relationship, scratch that marriage, as the “Cover Girl” for a Transgender -musician who in the end didn’t give a damn about me?