ARE WE THERE YET?
I’ve been working on this piece for several weeks now, and have started and discarded many iterations of it. I found myself trying to stick to a certain version of my story, the bite-sized one, or the in-depth one, the romantic one, or the one that was generalized. Each time I begin another version, I hope that this is the one. I’ve written thousands of words in the past several weeks, hoping that I’ll hit the right chord, but none have felt right. They have been confined to the expectation that my story should fit within certain parameters, that I should sound and present myself a certain way, that I need to appeal to the masses.
Yet my story isn’t simple enough to do that.
I am a 33-year-old woman, and I live on the road with my wife and our almost-nine-year-old daughter who is from my previous, short-lived, emotionally abusive marriage (to a man). I came out at 26, which was a surprise to
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