I am 55 years old and my husband is 52. We’ve been married 35 years. I accidentally found an e-mail he sent to his sister in the US asking her to track down his childhood sweetheart.
I trusted my husband so much that I never suspected he would cheat on me. In 2005, he confessed to having two children by another woman. I was devastated, but in wanting to preserve our marriage, I agreed to let him visit the family twice a month on weekends, but not to stay overnight. I even sent groceries and gifts for the children.
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It must have been during the early American period when parents began naming their kids “Baby Girl” and “Baby Boy” (lest they forget). In time the girls ended up becoming, of course, Lola Baby or Lola Girlie, and the guys Lolo Boy or Lolo Boyet. A counterpart today could be “Missy” who will, too, inevitably become “Miss Missy” or “Mrs. Missy.”
I am a 30-year-old lesbian in a relationship with a woman for more than a year. My family already knows my sexuality and have happily supported me.
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My husband has been philandering all these years. I’ve caught him having flings and real relationships, but there seems to be no remorse in him.
I am a lesbian and I’ve been involved in a 12-year relationship. It’s been smooth sailing until last summer when my girlfriend had a reunion with old officemates, including her ex. I was the one who encouraged her to go because I trusted her. A month later, I received an e-mail from our common friend saying that my partner and the ex she met in the reunion have been communicating. She didn’t deny it when I confronted her.
I am in my late 60s, married with three children and two grandchildren. I am writing because I committed adultery when I was in my 40s, which is still hounding me after over 23 years.
When my husband died over 15 years ago, I thought I was going to die myself. We were married for over 20 years and never had children. He was the sweetest, most generous, thoughtful husband any woman can have. In his memory, I established a scholarship for poor children in his hometown who’d want to pursue vocational training.
