My friend, Ally, wrote a courageous piece on relationships and MRKH. The rawness of her words and the vulnerability are inspiring.
Here we go again.
It fails to amaze me how life continues to evolve well beyond what I thought was a fair rate of change; altering so many of my ‘constants’ from what I can now refer to, as my previous life. Most corners of my life remain familiar; same job, same bedroom, same wardrobe of clothes and I rarely sway from the same dinner after yoga. But, the massive and most missing part of this puzzle which is no longer there to be starred at is – my significant other. My emergency contact, my first instant message of the day, my dinner for two, my technology ‘go-to’, my friend and my final good-night, he has gone.
As you may have read in a previous post, I have had three ‘proper’ boyfriends in my life, all of whom received my MKRH news in a less than conventional way. The above…
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