I'm not sure where to start here, but with so many people coming out in support of marriage equality, I thought I would share part or, most of, all of, who knows, my story. I think it is important for people to know that people in the GLBT community are just the same as everyone else. Even our relationships are the same with the simple exception that we have relationships with the same gender. Only difference. We all still love, argue, some raise children, we go to work, pay bills, enjoy time with family and friends. We spend our weekends doing housework, laundry, groceries. Sometimes, hopefully most of the time, we feel an extra special love for each other, a love that is often indescribable. Of course there are the times where we want to strangle each other like in any relationship, then we get over it. Until the next time. This is my life. This weekend it is exactly the life of my wife and I. We spent yesterday grocery shopping, running errands and paying bills. Today we are doing housework with a break right now watching Breaking Dawn Part 2 (did I mention we are major TwiHards?) and tomorrow we will be doing laundry. Exciting stuff right? Similar to a lot of your weekends I'm sure.
Of course my life as part of the GLBT community did not begin this weekend. I am a 46 year old lesbian I first came out when I was 16 years old. At that time I had never considered being with a woman. I was as boy crazy as they come. Then when I was 16 I met an older woman. Her dad was dating my mom, and we spent a lot together. Without going into detail, I realized I liked her, I mean
liked her. She was older and I was very naive, but things happened even though she had a girlfriend at the time. We broke up, I was broken hearted, met a friends boyfriend, and within a few months we ended up married. I was barely 19 at the time. He had viciously verbally abused me days before the wedding. I thought I had to go through with it, even though I knew, I had no doubt, I was a lesbian. I don't want to dwell on this part too long because it still causes pain due to the abuse I went through. Doctor's have told me it is PTSD. We were together about a year and finally one night he held be prisoner in our apartment and emotionally and verbally abused me, I thought he was going to kill me. Finally when he felt he had me under control he decided he wanted dinner and went into the living room while I started to cook. I ran downstairs to our neighbors apartment and asked her to bring me to my ex girlfriend and her girlfriends apartment which she did. They weren't home and I hid in the hallway scared as heck that he would come to find me. Luckily they came home. I went to live with a cousin after about a week or two of living with them. Then I eventually went home. You see my husband and I lived with my mother. She just wasn't home that night, she was away for a week at a convention. We got back together, as well as my ex girlfriend and I. One night he followed me and punched me in the eye, I went to the er and that was the end. I found him and apartment and moved him in, swearing all the time we were going to stay together that I just needed time apart. That was the end of the relationship, but not the end of the fear and nightmares. OK, I wasn't going to spend much time on this part. Sorry about that.
I'm not going to go through my whole coming out phase. It did happen when I was about 21. I mat a kid Jason at work who was real comfortable going out, even though he was not near 21. I had always been very shy and uncomfortable around other people, so he was like my gay bar support system. It became my home away from home. I ended up working there, and closing the bar almost every night, for several years. I also picked up quite a nasty cocaine habit during my time there. I tried twelve step programs several times but they never worked. I eventually stopped going to the bar and partying at home. My life was a mess and I had no idea. Eventually, I ended up in a studio apartment, by myself, on the computer all the time. Which ended up being my salvation. I started hanging around in a chat room on AOL and met a woman who was going to become very special to me. Actually, she would not only be my wife, but she would also become my biggest supporter with staying clean. We "met" online in February of 2001. She first came to visit the end of July and she moved here to Mass from New York on December 8, 2001. She is 21. I was 34. In 2004 Massachusetts made marriage equality legal. Problem was that I was still married to my now ex husband. I had never had a reason to get a divorce as I would never marry again, or so I thought, plus I was too afraid of him to try to contact him with divorce papers. Now I had a good reason, and someone to support me through the fears that I felt. Divorce was finalized on February 28th, 2007 and it was time to plan a wedding! We got married in a church, I wore a long white gown, and Shanna wore a black suit with a tie. It was a very traditional wedding. Shanna even slept downstairs at our friends house the night before the wedding and we were kept apart until I was walking down the aisle. Same as many same sex couples.
On August 18th she became not only my best friend but also my wife. Just like any marriage it has not been perfect. We had a small "break up", if you can call it that since we still lived together last year. It lasted less than a month, and thankfully we love each other to find our way back to each other. Other than that one small period, we have always felt that there was nothing worth losing what we had. I have always felt that relationships were disposable for so many people, but it is not for us. We have now been together for over 11 years and are looking forward to many, many more. Not perfect years, but years in which we share our lives, loving one another. I have only shared a small part of my life and our life here, but I hope it is enough to show you that we are just like you. Other than the fact that we are the same sex, our relationship is just like any heterosexual relationship. Since that is the case, why deny us equality? Whom does it harm to allow us the right to marry? I'm pretty sure if I took a poll and asked if our marriage affected anyone else or their marriage, not one person would say no. Because even if a person is a rwnj, there is no way they could possibly see that we have affected them or their marriage.
This is just a small part of my story, of our story, but I hope it served it's purpose.
Janet Lee Smith
03/02/2013