Do I want to be called sister? It is the new title bestowed upon me by Jewell. Is it the death of our marriage, or the beginnings for rebirth? The title strikes pride in me. It still demonstrates our unbreakable bond. It is better than being called momma all day long. It has a metallic, bitter aftertaste. Am I even her lover anymore? Are we more best-buds? Is it okay? Can I work through the atrophy of the death of romance, and sex with her? The death of a thread that has ensnared us for 7 years? Why does it feel good, and hurt so bad at the same time (I am crying as I type)? I want to yell at her for what she has done, and for what I have done. I want us back free unencumbered so many years ago.
I make the letter V. I am married to my wife Jewel (MtoF) for 8 years. Adopted into our family is my Sextoy/SSO (Straight Male).--Not living together.