The precious amount of time Alison, my wife and I have been living apart.
I've decided to undertake, in the internetual lands, the obligation I feel I have to explain how extremely taxing it is to be a binational couple of the same sex: The tribulations of being accepted in one country, lovely England, but not the other, ahem... United States, along with the daily occurrance of what it is taking to bring us together again and the cost which surrounds this gigantic undertaking.
Here's the basics: Alison is English (though she only claims her Irish side), I'm American. We met in 2005 online. I was totally infatuated with the L Word and hung out in a fan-based chat room, at that time. I met women from all over the world, devoured their experiences of being women who loved women. Boy, I thought I had it good compared to these ladies! It soon changed, for better and worse.
The Irish (as I call Alison) happened to be online one day. Our relationship began with a snippy comment from me "I always wanted to do an Irish chick." We chatted for hours. As our friendship online unfolded, Alison asked if she could call me. "Sure". She called. I screened her. I was scared to death of actually talking with her, but yet completely infatuated with her accent on that message she left! Long story short, I picked up the phone,eventually. We talked for hours upon a time. Alison made her way over to Denver for a visit. She stayed with me for three weeks. I never allowed a man or woman in my apartment longer than a night! We fell head over heels for each other. Alison, to this day is the only one who has been able to tame this beast we call, Kelly.
Five months into our relationship she asked, "If we could, would you?" I looked at her inquisitively. She handed me a box, a ring inside. I said, yes, of course, not paying attention to the ramifications of the distance between us, the pesky small details like when we would see each other again, or how we could even manage to make a long distance......a very very very long distance relationship work.
To my amazement ,utter shock, and an "Oh hell, what am I going to do now?" December 2005 England legalized civil partnerships.
This is where the adventure begins.......
Here's the basics: Alison is English (though she only claims her Irish side), I'm American. We met in 2005 online. I was totally infatuated with the L Word and hung out in a fan-based chat room, at that time. I met women from all over the world, devoured their experiences of being women who loved women. Boy, I thought I had it good compared to these ladies! It soon changed, for better and worse.
The Irish (as I call Alison) happened to be online one day. Our relationship began with a snippy comment from me "I always wanted to do an Irish chick." We chatted for hours. As our friendship online unfolded, Alison asked if she could call me. "Sure". She called. I screened her. I was scared to death of actually talking with her, but yet completely infatuated with her accent on that message she left! Long story short, I picked up the phone,eventually. We talked for hours upon a time. Alison made her way over to Denver for a visit. She stayed with me for three weeks. I never allowed a man or woman in my apartment longer than a night! We fell head over heels for each other. Alison, to this day is the only one who has been able to tame this beast we call, Kelly.
Five months into our relationship she asked, "If we could, would you?" I looked at her inquisitively. She handed me a box, a ring inside. I said, yes, of course, not paying attention to the ramifications of the distance between us, the pesky small details like when we would see each other again, or how we could even manage to make a long distance......a very very very long distance relationship work.
To my amazement ,utter shock, and an "Oh hell, what am I going to do now?" December 2005 England legalized civil partnerships.
This is where the adventure begins.......
