My Wife Came to Visit

After 12 days apart, my wife came up to see me. It was good for her to escape her stark reality and it was good for us to have a weekend basically alone together. Outside of meeting my parents over breakfast and hopping over to the wine shop for a second, we did nothing except eat, fuck, and watch OITNB. It was wonderful. 


Google Isn’t Helpful

when your search parameters are, “i married someone i met from the internet after meeting them in-person three times they are the primary caregiver for their dying mom and i need help helping them.”Zero results. I havent even entered that into a search but i know what the answer will be. Im dealing with a paroxysmic fit of hot+cold, passsionate+dispassionate, engaged+aloof. I know that people have issues even when they don’t take care of a dying parent full time, so separating out situational versus permanent behaviors is my challenge atm. I dont know outside of about 6 weeks how this person i married behaves normally. It has been nice to see her interact with her family because i can gauge their reactions to her behavior and compare them to my own. Her brother’s girlfriend is very smart, sweet, and talkative. I like her a lot and think she will be a great resource in understanding my wife and cultivating patience for that process. 

I wonder if like most other folks, there was this initial intrigue–i sleep in a hammock, im an ascetic, i am a libertarian jesus-loving queer activist–but now this person wants to change me or just doesnt want anything to do with me. I feel a very common sense of rejection. Is this where her insecurities are bumping into my own? Like, I’m trying to imagine what i would do if i were my wife, and i would be acting very differently so im not sure what im supposed to do. My instinct is to run, to go back home and my intuition is all out of whack. Im reeling–like when you’re in a dark ocean and trying to figure out which way is up. I cannot get my bearings. This trip has been weird, unsettling, disappointing, exciting, happy, heavy, fun. I have no idea what im doing. I am just trying my best to be even-keeled, happy, sympathetic, and supportive without losing myself–again. 

Three Weeks

Im still married. I got married three weeks and one day ago, and so far, it has stuck. My wife lives three hours from me and we just saw each other last night for the first time in 19 days. My joke to folks who ask me how married life is going is, “it’s GREAT–my wife lives in atlanta so we get along just fine.” The reality is much different. I have loads of things going on at home–two jobs and a few community projects. But i miss going to bed on a regular basis with the person i love. We decided not to have so much time in between visits anymore. It was really hard to navigate our own insecurities plus the curve balls life regularly throws plus this one sustained curve ball my wife has going on in her life–taking care of her dying mom–is really taking a toll. My mom was in the same place a little over ten years ago taking care of her stage four cancer mom for months. She called up my wife to chat about it last week and both of them are now really excited to meet the other in-person.  What has been the biggest hurdle for us is all our individual emotional crap mixed in with life stuff mixed in with learning each other mixed in with distance. Navigating your own neurotic bullshit is one thing. Navigating yours+someone else’s+the combination of those is whoaaaaaa, especially when you dont have the option to reach over and hug it out. However, not being able to reach over and hug it out has forced me into better (read: kinder, clearer, more effective) communication. 
Something that has been on my plate at home but which i refuse to drag into my new relationship is reactionary bullshit from my ex girlfriend. This person was indecisive and non committal about getting back together OR even about having an open relationship AND just has a problem with honesty so a couple of months ago, her behavior made it very easy to cut ties and move on once i was presented with the opportunity of a relationship that had greater potential than this previous one ever would. However, my ex fails to see her part in the erosion of my affection for her and every eek or so i am the target of her ire. It is usually alcohol-induced. She also thinks i am faking my happiness. She told a mutual friend of our that she believes the whole me being happy is an act. Whoa. I guess though if you’re an inauthentic person, you assume that everyone is capable of that. Im not. I can’t be fake at all. And after being with someone for three years, i would think they would know that i couldnt be fake. I was dumbfounded when i learned this yesterday. And sad. Her reluctance to accept her part, to blame me for breaking her heart, and telling me she will never forgive me–those things make me sad because they only hurt her. I do also feel sad for the boy who is trying to date her. He likes her a lot but her mind is obviously elsewhere. Im fighting the urge to fix this. I cant and it isn’t my place anyway.

Wedding Day

A week ago, i got married. Like, a government marriage, married. It was decided about 3 days before it happened and even though it was spur-of-the-moment, nothing has ever felt more “right.” I went by the courthouse and called the magistrate last Wednesday to get everything in order for friday morning.  In spite of my precautionary efforts, the magistrate left early and we had to get married at the jail. That meant soliciting help from strangers to be witnesses for us which turned out to be pretty easy and a great story. I had a few friends get butt hurt about not being included in the ceremony, and my sister called me”stupid,” but they all got over that pretty quickly. There has been a series of celebrations since then. And I like numbers. I like numbers a lot. i got married on 5/5. I think that is tres cool. Also tres cool is how smart and beautiful and fierce my wife is. She is also uncompromising. I can appreciate that. She is also accepting+supportive of my transition, the fluidity of my gender,  my cold sores, the fact i don’t like my chest touched in a sexual way, my disdain for shoes–she is, ina word, perfect. Perfect for me, at least.

I Have No Idea What I Am Doing

So, i met this amazing woman a month ago. I have seen her twice in-person. I knew very early on, prior to first meeting her in-person, that what was transpiring between us was special, like, hold the phone. This is my year, the year of the rooster, the year that i reach all my goals, the year that all my dreams come true, and ive straightened up my act, so to speak, so, i wasnt really all that shocked to have the perfect person cross my path right now. I am shocked, however, at how perfectly perfect this person is.  I’m excited but that excitement has been subdued a bit because i don’t want to freak out everyone in my life and have them chalk my behavior up to insanity. The cool thing is i had a 30+ days isnt of sobriety to clear my head. This isn’t a drug or alcohol-induced neediness.  The other cool thing is this woman lives 3 hours away so we can’t ruin our lives OD’ing on each other–we have this speed bump so that we can, ya know, maintain our autonomy, hem up some things, be present in our respective communities. At the same time, we are in love, and we decided to get married. 

We decided on tuesday to get married on friday, and My sister came up to visit Wednesday. I told her over breakfast i was getting married. She told me i was stupid and was mad that i didn’t invite her and said she was suppose to be my best man. Im not sure why in the world she would think she would be my best man, but as someone who gives calendars out of themselves as Christmas presents, my sister is self important and thinks her (unsolicited) opinion is invaluable.  She also doesn’t respect boundaries–i asked her to kindly shut the fuck up if she didn’t have something nice and/or constructive to say, but she continued to be an asshole the entirety of her stay. She was recently dumped by someone she was very in love with so in addition to her narcissism there is probably a little jealousy+bitterness in the mix of her yammer. Her lousy response and another lousy response from a friend of my girlfriend’s prompted me to post this on the facebook early this morning:

I’m getting married this weekend. I’m not asking anyone’s permission as, at 35 years of age, I’m finally realizing and expressing my autonomy! While, I am not asking for permission, I am asking for support. The beauty of Haywood County is, in large part, the mountainous landscape, but mostly, for me, the beauty of this place is the folks who reside here and make up my community. Yes, marrying someone I’ve known for a month is impulsive and crazy and impractical. It is also sweet and beautiful and optimistic. If your words are less-than-supportive, I request that you please hold your tongue. Ask yourself, “is this kind? Is this necessary?” I’m not able to articulate my feelings about Joanna Brooks sufficiently for anyone to understand my motivation to get married or to convince anyone that I’m making a “good” decision. I’m also not interested in convincing anyone that this is a “good” decision. It is a decision that makes me happy, overjoyed, in fact, and joy is something the world could use more of; therefore, we should get excited when we see it–even if it doesn’t necessarily make sense to us! I am embracing what god has put before me, and I am fully confident that the formula of following god+Joanna Brooks by my side+my community behind me=SUCCESS! We didn’t invite anyone to the ceremony–that is a moment we wanted to keep between the two of us. You are, however, cordially invited to spend the the rest of our lives celebrating with us. Cheers! 
The-very-soon-to-be Mr Brooks

Friday is going to be a fun day–getting married (a government-sanctioned marriage that I swore i would never take part in), hiking, taking my new bride to a fave brewery, hanging out with some buddies, and having lots of amazing sex. We might also check out a house for accomodating an eventual splitting of time between where this woman lives and the beautiful place i call home. I have no idea what I’m doing but im more than willing to take this risk because there is so much to gain. 

Coffee Grounds+Glitter!

I heard to make a nice, fake beard slather Vaseline on my face, top that with coffee grounds, and shape using a credit card. I did that in some free time i had this afternoon following work. When you’re sober you have time to do weird things like craft a fake beard. I added glitter to the mix to more closely identify with my gender identity. 


I made it 30 days, and i made it to the tail end of my 7th meeting to pick up a chip for my efforts. My parents were making a special trip into town to celebrate. Well, at least, that’s what we had discussed. I texted a picture of my chip to my parents, some close friends, and the girl that im seeing. Everyone except for my parents responded with enthusiastic support. When I met my parents at the restaurant a little while later, my mom asked what wine we were drinking. I looked at her and cocked my head to the side, widened my eyeballs and said, “im celebrating 30 days of sobriety today.” On top of that bullshit, my dad, who is an alcoholic himself and a shining example of WHY i should stay sober, was in a pissy whiny mood, pretty much his baseline lately. So, what was supposed to be a celebratory supper turned rather quickly into something difficult to stomach the 50 minutes we were in the restaurant. I’m not sure why im supposed to devote life energy on situations that arent joyful and in fact, are detrimental to my mental health, downright toxic. The good thing that came of it all is that i was able to practice enough self control not to flip out on both of these people at the supper table. TANSTAAFL