That summer I began to realize that I was going to have to leave my marriage. I had to leave the amicable detente achieved by brokered therapy. I had to leave the place of “I am restless and something is missing, but at least things are calm.”
In a nanosecond, the answer popped into my head. “I think I am gay.” I will forever remember the time between when the thought became the spoken as I stared off into space. I thought about the previous ten years when I had made various attempts to come out.