My name is Sunshine. This blog details the rambling, raw, uncensored story of my journey learning my husband, Rainbow, is gay and the ensuing aftermath.
As with most stories, mine was picture perfect on the outside. But, as you will read, a deeper look reveals less Home & Garden Magazine and more Jerry Springer Live.
There are plenty of “coming out” late in life stories on the internet (I know Rainbow told me about them). However, I’ve yet to see a gut-honest telling of the story from the straight spouse’s perspective. There may or may not be those stories out there.
I don’t know.
I haven’t looked.
I don’t want to.
This is my story.
What you will read here is not the glossy, polished story with all the rah rah bullshit I may say four years from now. What you read here is the honest, raw, oozing wounds of learning your husband is gay and how that changes your life. Some posts will be DaVinci masterpieces and some scrambled eggs.
The words written here may be heartbreaking or exhilarating. They may enrage you or seem ridiculous. Either way, they are the honest truth.
Bring plenty of paper towels people.
This is emotional vomiting at it’s finest.