I could give a shout out to Covid for extending our marriage. In Covid, we had bigger fish to fry than our marriage so any problems we had were dismissed because we wanted to stay alive. However, it feels pretty fucked up to give a shout out to a deadly virus anyway so I’m not shouting out. Danielle, Emily, and I became a three person bubble and we needed each other. To live. To have some kind of semblance of order in a chaotic world. This stressful time made Danielle forget about her questioning of her sexuality for a while as the goal was to keep Emily happy and of course, live through it. On the flip side, Covid made people think about their life and their priorities and ways to keep living. Divorce rates jumped as you can see in this article.
34% percent increase in divorces from pre-covid number. That’s a big jump and I’m not happy to say that I guess we’re a part of that statistic now. Maybe covid time made Danielle think about finding herself and her true happiness. Maybe it gave her the strength and inertia to make a big decision like this. All I know, is that I would go through the dark times of Covid again if it meant that my marriage with Danielle would survive. I know that’s way selfish and I don’t want the world to go through a pandemic for my sake, so let me rephrase it. I would go through my time in Covid gladly if it meant that my marriage would work out. Better?
My ex-wife is gay and I'm flailing... 