Gay dating husband
I didn’t doubt that he loved me and wanted to stay married.As scary and heartbreaking as it was, I couldn’t walk away—he needed me, and I needed to know where this would take us.After spending several months in weekly counselling sessions and most of our waking moments (when we weren’t dealing with the kids) dissecting every part of our relationship and his sexuality, I came to accept what he needed and what he was asking of me. I had nothing to lose by trying, so I agreed to an open marriage—well, a one-sided one anyway.
It felt like an ultimatum: I could either accompany him on this journey or split. We both knew how much we had to lose: our family, our home, each other.
We decided that we’d keep this to ourselves—it was something we needed to figure out without the judgment of others.