My First and Only

On the fifth of this month my wife, Kristen, and I just celebrated two years of being together. Sometimes I can’t believe it has already been two years, and sometimes I can’t believe it has only been two years.

From the age of sixteen to the age of 24 I dated men. And every one of my relationships was the same. I liked them as a person and enjoyed the time I spent with them, but there was never anything more than that. I never felt a connection, I never craved spending time with them. I was so grateful that I was a member of the church and we weren’t allowed to go any further than making out. And because I only dated church members, they respected that.

Going into a same sex relationship, to be honest, I didn’t know what to expect. I did, however, get very lucky with my first (and only). We understand each other, we know what the other person is feeling without them having to voice it, and we are each other’s best friend. I don’t know if it is because we are both women, or if it is because we both went through the process of coming out, or because of some other factor unbeknownst to us that we are so perfect for each other.

Whatever the reasoning behind it is doesn’t matter to me. Never have I had such a pull to someone as I did with Kristen; from the first time talking to her, to today, I am deeply attracted to her and she gives me butterflies.

I suppose I should talk about some of the negative things to being in a same sex relationship, but as I have found, there aren’t very many. The only thing I wish I could change is that Aunt Flo didn’t have to visit us twice a month!

Heather McKee
Staff Blogger