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Kissing Boys, Dreaming Girls

Me.

Since the age of 5 I knew I was different.

I mean, I was the same as other kids when it came to toys, cartoons, films and music…but when it came to who I wanted to play with, and get a cuddle from…it was always about girls.

But this was weird! Every romantic scene on TV would involve a boy and a girl – never a girl and another girl. So what was wrong with me? Surely I needed to stop these feelings, and try and be ‘normal’.

This is my earliest memory how I would suppress my true self. And I became really good at it. So much so, I forced myself to find guys attractive. And it worked. I had crushes on boy bands, actors, even the odd friend at school.

Year 8, and I had my first boyfriend. Michael was a cool guy, one of the coolest in my year. We broke up after a week – actually after our first kiss (which was awful!!). I remember thinking how much I wished it was nicer, because then I could stop thinking about girls. But I didn’t. I knew kissing a girl would have been nicer, softer, and way more exciting than what I had just experienced.

And so I carried on through my school and university years this way. Dating boys, but dreaming girls.

Not once did I ever cross paths with another lesbian…not once!

My mum.

Me and my mother shared a wonderful relationship (I realise I used the past tense in that sentence). Really wonderful. Home was cosy because of her. Our house was full of laughter. Dad was at work most of the time, and so me, mum and my sister would just have fun every day.

Growing up in a Mauritian household was very different to anything my friends would tell me about. We were unique. Different language, mindsets…we dipped in and out of our Muslim religion. I grew up knowing I was Muslim, and yet knowing it was ok to drink (my Dad loved his Guinness), it was ok to dance, and it was ok to have fun. BUT, some things were not ok. Like it wasn’t ok to go out clubbing, it wasn’t ok to embarrass your parents, and it definitelywas not ok to be gay.

Mum was always proud of my sister and me. On the phone she would always take pride in saying to her mates ‘Yes, well as least my girls are sensible…No, they would never embarrass us like that…’

Once my mum even asked me why I didn’t have a boyfriend. I was at uni at the time, and flippantly replied ‘because I don’t like boys’. Her face was an absolute picture of horror. She looked at me and asked ‘Oh my god, you’re not a lesbian are you???’. That was my chance. But no, her face frightened me. I couldn’t tell her, and make her face stay like that forever! So I simply replied: ‘No, I mean I don’t like the boys I have met.’

The marriage.

Fast forward a few years, and the inevitable happened…I got married. To be fair I did fall in love with a man. And did agree to marry him (for the sake of this story I will call him Nestor). By then I had accepted that this was the life I had to lead. So, I did it. I let the normal life I was conditioned to lead. I can’t complain. I was very lucky, I had a lovely life. The best thing from this life was the birth of my daughter. It was the most wonderful moment, and the best thing that had ever happened to me at that point of my life. I fell into the role of being a mother easily. Of course, the beginning was tough, but once I had settled into motherhood – it was wonderful. I returned to work part-time after a year at home. I struggled with the idea, do I become a full-time stay at home mum, or do I return to work and try the ‘working-mum’ thing? I chose the latter – and this is the decision that would change my life forever.

Work.

I worked in a courthouse, part-time to begin with. When my daughter turned 3 I started full-time. I loved my job. Loved the people, loved the work, and loved being a working mum. I would finish work at a reasonable time, collect my daughter from the grandparents and rush home to play. When her father would arrive home, it would be bedtime for her, dinner time for us, then a relaxing evening of chillaxing. I lived a fantasy in my mind though. In my mind, at night, I was gay. My life was as it was, but I was with a woman. She was a faceless woman (I am aware this sounds scary), I simply couldn’t picture what she looked like. I can’t explain why it was that I chose to live this way in my mind. I wasn’t unhappy in my real life, but there was something cosy about living a fantasy life at night. It genuinely made me contently fall asleep, just thinking of being in a woman’s arms.

This was how life went on, and while it did something strange started to happen. Me and my husband (sounds weird using that term now!) started to do our own thing. I enjoyed hobbies such as fitness and gardening, whilst he enjoyed studying and playing videogames. It didn’t bother us that we enjoyed our own company, because that was us. We enjoyed hanging out with one another, but did our own thing. It didn’t matter if he was out on a Friday night, because I LOVED my own company. BUT, this led to a new hobby…

Books.

I have always loved to read. But my Kindle offered me something new. The ability to search and buy a new book at any time of the day (or night). One evening I stumbled upon a new book of my favourite genre: murder-mystery. However, this one was different. The main character was a lesbian. I couldn’t believe it. A lesbian, an actual lesbian. Until now, these women had only existed in my mind – and maybe in the odd movie. But to read about her in a book, left nothing to the imagination (especially the naughty bits). I had unlocked a gate. I started reading one after the other. Every night, after all the chores of the evening were done, out came the books. And to be honest, I did love the murder/mystery elements, but it was the romance between the characters of every book that would capture me each time.

My fantasies started to grow. All of a sudden I wasn’t dreaming about women at night to help me sleep, but I was day-dreaming about women. Where it had previously been ok to live a life with my husband where it was cool to do our own thing in the evenings. I found myself looking forward to those moments, yet feeling sad that I was missing out on something that I wanted with someone else. No one in particular mind, just another being…a female being.

Erin.

It sounds cliché. But not once did I go searching for her, she just appeared one day – at work. For years I worked there and not once did my eyes ever stray onto anyone. Sure, you might check the crowd for a hot woman, but not oncewas there ever a hot woman where I worked. Until one morning, driving into work, I was stopped by an officer of the court directing a van into the building. She was beautiful. Literally took my breath way (again, I am aware everything I am saying is cliché – but it is all true!). just as quickly as she appeared, she quickly disappeared into the building. And I never saw her again for months. Again, I was a married woman, so I was never going to seek her out, nor was I ever going to ask around about the hot newbie woman. It just wasn’t something I would ever do to my husband. I respected him and my daughter too much.

But…my fantasy woman finally had a face! I don’t know what it was about her. But her face soon became implanted in my mind. I would think about her a lot. I’d wonder what she was like as a person, was she funny, what her voice sounded like. It was a proper crush. My first realcrush because let’s face it, my Angelina Jolie crush clearly didn’t count.

Busy months went by, birthdays, engagements, work, typical life stuffs. One day during a long court case, I was ploughing away through paperwork, when I looked up and saw her! She was there at the back of the room. Where she came from, and when she walked in I did not know, yet there she was. She was truly beautiful. We locked eyes for a split second. So quick, till this day I still don’t know whether it happened or not. All those books I had read suddenly made sense. Reading them you would think that a lot of it is made up, and so cheesy. But god, it was all true. True beauty can literally stop you in your tracks. Make your heart thump. And make you forget yourself. But of course, I was married, so in my head and heart although I had never felt this way about a woman before, I was able to draw a line and just appreciate her for who she was – but more importantly, the wonderful feeling she had given me. She truly helped me unlock a gate I never thought could be unlocked. And that’s all I needed.

By the end of the day I had learned her name. Of course, me being the friendly person I am, I had to introduce myself to her, the way I’d do to all the new people I’d meet. Her first words to me weren’t great – she thought I was another woman who worked with me! I corrected her with my name, saw she was a little embarrassed and made a little joke to let her know it was ok.

That was it. For the rest of the day I felt like I was on cloud nine. At home I was able to carry on as normal, putting my daughter to bed, cooking dinner and doing all the usual things. But in the evening, I fell asleep smiling. The stories I read were true. Beautiful women do exist, and I was clearly gay.

Coming out to myself.

I have struggled to sit and write this chapter, for many reasons. Having spent years pushing down my true feelings, it was overwhelming for them to resurface in such a powerful and real way. I experienced a mixture of emotions. Happiness. Light-bulb moment that I was gay and couldn’t hide it anymore. Guilt. Sadness. All mixed into one. It sucked. In life, I thought I was happy, my daughter made me happy, and my husband provided a life for us. Nestor was my best friend, and we made a wonderful home based on that. We had fun. But on my part, my daughter was the glue to all that. My yearning for being with a woman had somehow shot out of my mind and morphed into the real world. But I wasn’t the type of person who would ever act on that. I believed in the notion of marriage. I frowned upon people who would flirt, or took it further with others, when they were married. For me when you were committed to someone, then that was that. Plus, I wasn’t suffering in my marriage, I just felt there was no connection there anymore.

Erin…again.

All of a sudden she was everywhere. After almost a year of working together, we kept on bumping into each other. She would end up being in my courtroom just by chance. We would spend every available minute chatting away. She was funny. And had a wonderful outlook on life. She found me fascinating. She had never met a Muslim woman, so found it fascinating that I was nothing like she had read in news. I didn’t wear a hijab, yet I was fasting for Ramadan. I didn’t wear a hijab, yet I spoke and acted like a normal human being. Nothing like the media portrayed Muslim women. We would spend hours talking about her life, my life, and just life in general. She was wonderful.

My religion.

Backtracking a little I know. But religion has always been something at the forefront of my life – and yet it never felt like I was religious as my friends at school. Firstly, no one in my immediate family wore hijabs (the headscarf), or had a beard. My dad enjoyed the occasional Guinness during the weekends, and my mum loved to party and entertain guests. Behaviour that you would not expect from a Muslim family. However, during Ramadan my mum, my sister and me would always keep our fasts. We would pray, listen to holy music, not watch tv, and do all the things that a typical Muslim family would do. But then after Eid, things would go back as they were.

My family, however, were very traditional. Where they lacked in following their faith, they made up by following their culture. Mauritius is a tiny island, and with it comes my parents’ generation where the majority would have a very particular mindset.

1. Ideally marry another Mauritian, if not then marry a Muslim, if not then they must convert to Islam.

2. Never embarrass your parents.

3. Don’t give ‘people’ a chance to talk about us because you went against #2.

4. Parents are always right – obey their rules and all will be ok.

5. Gays do not exist.

Now I can’t speak for all Mauritians out there – and there may be some who read this who get really offended. But this was the culture that I grew up in, and it was the image that was portrayed to me. I was conditioned to do all of the above. And although I was truly blessed by having wonderful parents who took care of us, paid for our education so we didn’t have to take any loans, fed us and taught us to be kind and forgiving – they cut my wings. And I guess it was inevitable that it took 30 years for them to grow…and for me to do what I eventually did.

Coming out to a friend.

I had no idea how Erin felt for me. I would see it in her eyes that she cared for me a lot – and at times I would think I saw more. But never did I ask, and never did she say. What I did know is how I felt for her. I loved her. I don’t know how it happened, or when it happened, but she was in my heart. I couldn’t do anything without thinking of her. My weekends would be spent wondering what she was doing. She was with someone else, so I wouldn’t text her in case I said something silly and got her into trouble. Not that I would have done anyways…I had my own issue to deal with – how do I tell my Nestor that I’m in love with a woman?

But tell him I did… and being the friend he was – he understood. I was honest. Told him I had feelings for Erin. In some ways I felt he already knew. We had grown so distant – but our friendship was there. He listened to me explain what I was feeling. Explain that I didn’t know what to do because I had a life with him. We had a daughter. But my head and my heart was somewhere else. I needed help. And help he did…he told me I should follow my heart. He didn’t want to live a life where he/I/we were not happy. Whatever it took , we would make this work. I was lucky. And make it work we did – but I will get into that later.

Back to Erin.

I did everything mentioned above without speaking to Erin. But I couldn’t carry on lying to myself, or my him. He deserved to be in relationship with someone that was on the same page as him. I respected him too much to carry on living such a lie. So, I told him – but didn’t tell her. I clearly enjoy making things difficult for myself right?? Erin was with someone else. They had plans for a life together, and the last thing I wanted to do was ruin that for her. So that night I planned to simply keep quiet about what I had just done. Maybe one day, there would be a chance for her and I – but for now I will just take her friendship.

The next morning, I went to work. Everything seemed surreal at home. Nestor and I still had tea, still said our goodbyes, and made plans for what we were going to have for dinner. It seemed we had just fallen into the role of friends (even it was the calm before the storm that was perfectly fine – it was how we needed to manage it). At some point during the day, I met Erin. I tried my absolute best to be normal, but she knew something was up. So I simply told her that I had ended my marriage, and left it at that. This was when she told me that she too had ended her relationship that very night. How, and why we did this at the same time without conferring with one another is one of life’s greatest unknowns. But what we did know was we are free now to declare to one another what we were too afraid to say before. We had fallen in love. At some point during our hours of conversations, and laughter, we fell in love. And it felt wonderful, and so right. Alarm bells were sounding in my head, but in my heart, I knew I had done the right thing.

Building a foundation.

Our first few months together as a couple were like no other. We didn’t do the usual things that new couples got to do…dates every night, short weekend getaways, spending the night together – no, none of those wonderful things! We had bigger fish to fry. First thing on the agenda, Erin had to meet my daughter. Second thing on the agenda, we had to phase out our family unit so that the transition to her new life would seem normal. Finally, Erin would have to meet my good friend Nestor. I wanted an unconventional family. And all three of us agreed that it was something that we would willingly do in order to build a unit for our daughter. It was not going to be easy, but we had a goal and a plan, and we stuck to it.

Honesty. This was key here. When me and Erin got together I lay all my cards on the table. If she wanted me she would have to accept my baggage. That baggage included a daughter, and for the sake of that daughter, she would have to accept her father. Those same terms were agreed by Nestor because above all he agreed that he did not want our daughter to suffer. So if that meant swallowing his pride to meet and try and get on with Erin – then so be it. Operation ‘phasing-out’ entailed him and I continuing to live together (separate bedrooms). My evening would remain the same in that I would still cook and tuck her to bed. But once she was asleep, and he got back in from work, I would spend the evening with Erin, then return home later. I would be home in case she woke up during the night, and I would to be there for her breakfast. Her life did not change, but ours did.

A few months went this way, until one day he and Erin met for the first time. Tea. Tea is one of life’s most wonderful glue. We sat, drank tea, and made small talk. Erin and Nestor got on really well. Got to talking, and before they knew it they were making little jokes here and there, and the ice was slowly starting to melt. My daughter was loving life, because all of a sudden everyone was together and it all felt cosy. She would sit and play her dolls, whilst we just learned how to be with one another.

Another week went by, and then there was dinner. The next week we went to a restaurant. And a few months, and dinners, after that – we went on holiday. We became this unit, an unconventional unit that somehow made sense.

Nestor and I lived with each this way for a year. During that year I was able to find and purchase a home exactly five minutes away from Nestor. We did this so that our daughter would be able to walk back and forth between her two homes, as if they were one. We were able to amicably finalise our divorce. But most importantly, we were able to learn how to be with one another. Accept the situation, and build a new relationship based on it. Only when we were completely comfortable with everything, did we feel ready to tell the parents. This did not go down well.

Losing my mum.

Nestor and I did this together. We asked for our parents to join us for tea. And told them. They were distraught. Completely and utterly distraught. This was probably the worst moment of this entire story. Our parents were happy, they got on with one another, they adored their granddaughter, and were just coasting through life. This brought them back down to reality, brought them back to square one. After the initial shock Nestor’s parents were the first to calm down. They asked me about my plans, asked if I needed help, and were genuinely concerned. I mean they were clearly angry, but they respected our decision and kept their reservations to themselves. Till this day we have kept in close contact with them. Nestor’s mother adores our son, and thinks Erin is wonderful. Time seemed to help them heal.

My parents on the other hand were not as helpful. They withdrew. Completely went into their own minds and hid there. Four years later they are still hiding, sadly.

There were no longer dinner parties, music, or laughter. Just sadness and loneliness. They didn’t want to face the ‘whispers’ that ‘people’ would talk. Ask them what ‘people’ and they would never give you an answer. They just had (have) it in their heads that everyone were talking about them. They were embarrassed and ashamed. I had done the one thing they had always asked me not to do.

For four years we did keep in contact – via my daughter. They would still offer to collect her from school, just so they could get a chance to see her. Which was nice because I would never deprive them of that. However, they would not talk to me. Not even when I would go and collect my daughter, my parents would not talk to me. I have since stopped trying (mostly because I no longer know what to say to them). I know they are there. They are ok, and healthy. That is all that matters to me.

Wait…what? I thought this was meant to be a happy story.

This IS a happy story.

My daughter is happy, she has two wonderful homes with parents (and guardians) who love her very much. She’s a cool kid. So proud that I am gay, and so proud that I chose Erin. They have grown a wonderful maternal bond over the years – it has been beautiful to see it grow.

My ex is happy, having travelled the world and met an amazing partner during that time…AND lost loads of weight – he is happy.

Me and Erin are happy, we have a wonderful home, a son – another story for another time! He is a beautiful little boy. Watching him explore the world is a pleasure. And knowing that he is lucky to be growing up part of a beautiful family makes our hearts smile. He is adorned by us all. Oh, and we have a cat.

For the best part of four years, every Sunday both households take it in turns to cook a family dinner. ‘Family Sunday’ has since welcomed his partner, who is French born so has a wonderful love for cheese – so we do enjoy her food! The evenings either involve playing board games, or just talking around the table. We are unconventional, but we work.

Yes, I miss my parents tremendously, but I know they are ok. They get on with life, and in a way are happy with the way things are. I am not in the family anymore, so I can’t embarrass them. They see my sister often, and she visits me often, so that just works.

I guess I wanted to write this all down to help others out there. Other people who are stuck in a life where they are not free to be themselves. Yes, I was very lucky to have people in my life to support me. But, a lot of this happened because of honesty. Be honest with yourself, and with others – and something, or someone, out there will just help make it all work. Somehow.

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Zodiac Signs Who Make Great Moms, Ranked From BEST to WORST

This article written by Christine Schoenwald was originally featured on one of our favorite sites: YourTango. How good of a mom are you? Do you know the zodiac signs who make the best moms? Sure, it's fun to do a ranking, but the truth is that every sign and every mother has their own unique style of mothering and their own special abilities at it. And even your horoscope can point out the best qualities you have for parenting. When I was in college, there was another student whose mother still not only made her lunch but put positive notes in it such as "I love you" and "I know you'll succeed." I envied that woman for having such a loving and thoughtful mother. My mother stressed things like independence and taking care of oneself - still valuable tools to learn but without the emotional tie-in. I respect my friends who are moms. They work hard to make sure to raise their kids right. Many of them are single moms and even though they seem to have double the work, they're doing a great job as their children know that their mothers have their back and they'll do anything for them. Moms need to be so many things for their kids: an advocate, a supporter, a teacher, a caregiver, a driver, and a parent. Some moms are "cool" and others are more traditional and try to instill those traditional values in their children. I know moms who homeschool and others who spend hours and hours searching for the best school for their children. From what I can tell, being a parent is exhausting, and as rewarding as they seem to believe parenting is, I know there are moments where the parents need a break. As a parent, you need to provide shelter, food, love, and opportunities for growth. It's a tough job and not everybody is good at handling all the responsibility of being a mother. But some zodiac signs seem a little more qualified for motherhood than others. 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She encourages them to face all challenges head-on and to fight for what they believe in. She is occasionally blunt but almost immediately regrets it. Aries moms can be pushy with their kids and sometimes need to be able to listen and really hear what her child wants or doesn't want to do. Read: The 13 Brutal Truths About Loving an Aries, as Written by One * GEMINI (May 21 - June 20) Gemini moms can talk about anything with their kids - they often have the "sex" talk very early on. Gemini moms don't have any secrets from their children. Her kids have great communication skills and are very aware of what's happening in the world around them. One of the things that make a Gemini mom so unique is her ability to understand her kids regardless of their gender or their age. Gemini moms give the best parties and have the best play dates (because they seem like a party). 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The most important things that a Libra mom teaches her kids are how to share, how to feel compassion for others, and how to be good friends. Read: 11 Brutal Truths About Loving a Libra, as Written by One * CANCER (June 21 - July 22) A Cancer mom is protective and nurturing. In fact, kids with a Cancer mom know that they're truly loved and cared for. A Cancer mom is always there to listen to her child and help them to feel better. She wants her home to be a place of love and comfort and for her kids to be able to share anything with her. When all else fails, a Cancer mom will make her child's favorite cookies or snack just so they know how adored they are. She's also great at being able to help develop a child's creativity and isn't shy about sharing her child's genius with the world. Read: The 5 Brutal Truths About Loving a Cancer, as Written by One * SAGITTARIUS (November 22 - December 21) Sagittarius moms have huge hearts and want to share the world with their kids. 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Read: 14 Brutal Truths About Loving a Scorpio, as Written by One * AQUARIUS (January 20 - February 18) Aquarian moms are all about not conforming and being true to oneself. She may homeschool her kids but will make sure they have some outside classes. She'll make sure that they know the importance of helping others and that her children are aware of important issues such as global warming. The Aquarian mom will be sure to encourage imagination and experimentation in her kids. However, she will have very little patience for meltdowns and any kind of emotional display. She may need to be reminded that she can't assume her kids know that she loves them and that she needs to reassure them. Read: 7 Brutal Truths About Loving an Aquarius, as Written by One * LEO (July 23 - August 22) Leo mom is the most childlike of the moms. She enjoys playing with her kids and giving them generous gifts. She can, however, be self-absorbed and may put her own needs before her children's. Is she having that expensive party because that's what her son or daughter asked for, or is she doing it because it impresses the other moms? She deeply loves her children but can have narcissistic leanings, thinking of her children as an extension of herself. She would have no qualms flirting with her child's teacher, even if it embarrasses her kid in the process. Read: 6 Brutal Truths About Loving a Leo, as Written by One More juicy reads from YourTango: Why Everybody Crushes on You Based on Your Zodiac Sign How You Deal With Being Single According to Your Zodiac Sign The Secret Thing You're Good at According to Your Zodiac Sign http://bit.ly/2xzd2gP

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