As I started to approach my 40th birthday the illusion of heteronormativity began to increasingly dissipate. I felt this fire inside me grow, I was looking around thinking, “Is this it?” I had everything I’ve ever wanted: the mid-terrace Victorian house, the kids – two girls – anice car, the long-haired fluffy dog, and yet I was still desperately unhappy. I thought I’d be happy, why wasn’t I happy? The questions kept coming and I couldn’t quieten them. I didn’t have all the answers, in fact I had hardly any answers, except knowing I couldn’t turn 40 and feel like this.
