Lately, I've had this idea running in my head that the second half of my life may turn out to be nothing more than correcting all the crazy side paths I wandered down in the first half.
First half of my life was spent doing the straight, monogamous expected thing: get married, have a child, buy a house, live as society expected me to live. Don't get me wrong, I love my daughter with all my heart. But the husband--gone. The house--sold.
Now I am bisexual, with a woman, and open to exploring a non-monogamous relationship model with her. I'll never be married again. Never have another child. Never be straight.
By the time I have all of this figured out I'll be old. Just when I have the answers, the question will change to which retirement home will suit me best. Sigh.