I have to admit, these last couple weeks since my sweet husband let go, I have been grieving. Some readers of this blog have sent me email of condolences and suggestions on self-care.
Here is more of the story of what happened, and how I am being cared for in the worst time of personal grief…
Hey there, loyal readers and followers of this blog.
Yes, I know that I haven’t posted anything in a long time. I really don’t want this blog to stop. However, two things are affecting my posting frequency on this “bootedmanblog” blog. Read on if interested…
I received an email the other day from a regular reader who wrote:
I was wondering if you could write about a healthy marriage, specifically a healthy gay marriage. Gay men are getting married at record rates now but we don’t really have “elders” like our parents did to guide us. Also, are there any particular things to be mindful about when only one partner is into fetish and leather?
Hmmm… Great Question! Thanks.
I have some thoughts about this matter…
Today marks 7 years since the Chief Judge of our county’s Circuit Court summoned Spouse and me to his chambers.
You shall appear at 10:00am in Room (x) of the County Judicial Center for proceedings that will change your life.
Not waiting to be picked up by the Sheriff, we drove ourselves to the County Seat, walked nervously into the courthouse, and made our way to the elevator to go to the 7th floor to find Chief Judge’s private chambers.
Lately, my work-life has been quite the topsy-turvy situation. I cannot describe what’s going on, but it ain’t so pretty. When I told people at the office that I was retiring, instead of…
Yep, six years ago today, we were married in the county courthouse, in the county seat, in the county of my birth, by the Chief Judge of the Circuit Court, a life-long friend.
It is still hard to believe that we ever would be able to marry each other. But the test of time…
Long-term readers of this blog are aware that I endured a crash on my motorcycle while commuting to work on May 31, 2016. I was rushed to the closest hospital by ambulance.
Then just this past Friday, my Spouse had a serious medical emergency, and I rushed him to the hospital closest to our home. This is a different hospital, and man, what a difference we felt by ignorance.
What? What do I mean by that? More after the jump…
Man, where has the time flown? I remember waking on Thursday, April 4, 2013, nervous, happy, and incredulous: this will be the day that I never thought would happen. Twenty years ago, today was never.
That day, I would participate in a marriage ceremony. MY marriage ceremony. Not “just get married,” but married to…
Today, April 4, marks my fourth year of marriage to the man who has made me complete and has made me “me” for almost 24 years now. I so cherish…
Four years ago, the day after the 2012 elections, I awoke to the news that Maryland had become the first state in the United States to allow same-sex marriage by popular vote (not from a court ruling) — through a process of defeating an ugly referendum that was attempting to overturn a law that the Maryland legislature had passed earlier in the year.
It was that morning, four years ago, that I knew for certain that I could actually get married. Who woulda thunk?
So after preparing breakfast for my spouse, I got down on a knee, held his hand, looked deep into his beautiful blue eyes and asked,