The other night, after a couple glasses of wine, I told my husband I thought I could be a lesbian, but wasn't sure. (I am sure, but not ready to admit this to him yet.) I sobbed and cried because I wasn't quite ready for this as my future plans aren't yet in place. He was so kind and understanding that I appear to be in this questioning phase, according to what I said. He's terrified our marriage is on the rocks, which obviously it is. But now I've opened the door a crack and I think when it's time to actually come out, it won't be as terrifying as I originally thought. I'm not sure when that's going to be, but it'll come eventually.
