Years ago, I briefly moved into a boyfrriend's apartment when I was "in between" houses. It was only for two weeks and it was a surprise favour.
The whole situation proved to be the beginning of the end for that relationship for the day I moved in, I was told that his phone number had been changed.
My boyfriend was deeply in the closet and the number change was a practical step to keep one life from dovetailing into the other.
At the time ,,I accepted such behaviour, though instinctively I knew it to be wrong. To be made to feel like,a second class citizen by the person who you think you have a wonderful relationship with is a no no....for you AND for them.
I can understand it ( well I could,then) but it kind of set the relationship's bar, incredibly low , if you see what I mean.
I finally finished that relationship after being denied publicly by the same boyfriend a year or so later and I Walked away, upset, but with my head held high.
It sounds melodramatic now, but I remember thinking then that no other person or situation would ever make me feel ashamed of what I was again ( yes a true Scarlett O'Hara moment)....
And they never did .
Of course, I have had to face the odd homophobic situation, one from someone quite close to me, but with a bit of patience and fairly good humour , that resolved itself with time.
People DO change with the times
and the times are a changing.....as the song goes.
The Prof and I were lucky....we came out just as it was more socially acceptable to do so, but has to be said that our path to acceptance has not always been a smooth one..
Oh for the day that comes when no eyebrows are raised when a partner is brought home
I'm an optimist
It's not far away
Hey ho x