I've found myself not posting the last few days, mostly because I'm not sure what's in my head, what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling. But avoiding putting my thoughts on paper (or into pixels) because they're not finished or clear or prettily worded kind of defeats the purpose of this blog as a place to be honest and be real and work things out ( Read more... )

I've been too worried about my husband and about our marriage the last few days to really have a chance to think about me and how I'm feeling. I feel like I'm stuck - how do I figure out what I need when it seems like he's saying, "find a way to cope with this without changing anything"?

( My thoughts just keep covering the same ground... )

Just an advance warning: I'll probably be posting several times today ( Read more... )

Right now, that feels like the only thing I'm certain of: I am a person.

This journal alone is a huge, scary step. Just carving out a tiny space in an anonymous corner of the internet to let myself have a male identity - I don't know how I feel about it. I find myself opening this journal page just to see the name there. Tad Dagan. It feels right ( Read more... )