We have always and will always be 100% truthful about everything… and anything, from the moment we met in or unconventional way. That’s our ’thing’, no matter how awkward or uncomfortable the situation we talk about it. The second I met her I felt like it was the metaphorical ’crossroads’ in life many people refer to. Destiny. Fate. It was her eyes. Deep chocolate brown, framed by beautifully thick black eyelashes. The windows to her soul. It always has been simple with Calliope. One nostalgic look back on the our life together and I know we were made for each other, through the good and the bad. High school drama that comes with being a lesbian couple, and med-school revision classes to present day when hectic work schedules can get in the way. Then there’s the stolen glances, the snuggling, ritual Friday ’date nights’ and the ’blow your mind’, unbelievably, out of this world, hot, crazy passionate sex.

If I have a tough day, whether it’s a silly encounter with a patient or I want to kill an intern because they lack common sense. I think about my wife and my day gets better. I’m not an idiot, I know it’s soppy and cheesy but I’m in love, I’m happily married to the love of my life. I reserve the right to be a cheese-ball. I look back at our first kiss, our first time, the first ’I love you’, first argument, our wedding…our wedding night or even some remotely boring day spent cuddled up watching crap day-time TV with Calliope. I feel better.

So if you want that story, maybe I should start at the beginning…

Being a 17 year old was bad enough, ask any teenage girl, it’s not just me. However, when your a 17 year old, outed lesbian and the new kid – well, I wasn’t the most popular kid at any of the high schools I attended. That’s right, attending Lake Washington for Junior and Senior Year will be the last of the 11 different high schools I have been transferred in and out of during my educational journey. What can I say, we move alot.
Anyways, my first day was typical – find my locker, get my timetable, find all my classrooms and know where a) the toilets are and b) where the cafeteria is. Girls gotta eat! By the time I had had my tour of the impressively large school it was time for my first class, even though I was half way through my first day. AP Biology was at the back of the school, upon entering the room every head turned to gawk as I made my way to the back and sat in the only available seat. The teacher, Dr. Hunt, hadn’t arrived and once everyone had taken in that there was a new girl, they returned to their conversations. This was the first time I had been left alone to my thoughts and I took stock of what was going on around me. Although AP Biology is usually a ’nerdy’ subject, there were a few ’jock looking’ students in my class, of course they were segregated in cliques – Jocks with Jocks, Geeks with Geeks and me on my own at the back. When Dr. Hunt arrived, the class fell silent and everyone found their respective seats, books out, and the lesson began.