Momma Never Warned Me

My mother made certain, that I was raised to be open minded. No aspect of religion, sexuality, race, creed, etc., was left unturned. She was a prostitute who was very openly sexual. The human body and sex were things I was familiar and comfortable with from an early age. We had friends in the Gay and Lesbian community who were part of our lives, including Mom's roommate, therefore so-called "alternative" lifestyles weren't so much alternative to me as much as just "normal". My father is, I believe, an undiagnosed sex addict, and mother never censored herself when discussing his behaviors. They divorced when I was very young. Mother's anger still surfaces from time to time despite her claims otherwise. By the time I reached adulthood, I felt secure that there was no "kink" the man I chose to marry could throw my way that I hadn't been prepared for.

After fifteen years of marriage, I learned I was wrong.

While snooping for "evidence" of indiscretions on his computer (a co-dependent behavior of which I am not proud) I came across what seemed to be evidence that he was having an affair with one Barbara Talbot. I finished typing and printing a divorce packet. Further snooping revealed an entirely different scenario. Barbara Talbot was my husband. He was a crossdresser. This, my mother did not prepare me for. This was the one thing I never saw coming.

So, this blog is for me to vent. To do self therapy. To share. On all of the facets of my life, which somewhere along the way left the suburbs and entered the surreal.