In the Christian community, this would be called a testimony...I guess. Okay, let's catch y'all up to the story so far:
I was married, just after turning 21, to a nice guy. Well, I thought he was a nice guy. He had a bit of a porn addiction, but I guess he was still a nice guy. Happy, happy, joy, joy, for about 7 years...then he has a heart attack and dies...and I'm a widow at 28. After a good period of mourning, I found myself in the company of a sucession of women...then in a long term relationship with one woman who had lots of baggage. She introduced me to my current husband (hopefully the last) and I was subsequently shunned by the lesbian community that I had been embraced by previously. I miss my old friends and my old life. I've become active in his church, but they don't know who I was. I tread very carefully.
Did I mention I knit?
Oh yeah, turns out hubbie #2 is a porn addict too...lesbian porn...I should have known...