Now, it is my ex-wife Anna's turn to tell her story. This is her first post. She promises there will be more! --- I’m on a plane. In a few hours I’ll land in the Caribbean and set off on a yacht cruise around some beautiful islands with a few other women. Would I have allowed myself … Continue reading Anna’s Story
Here is an interview with me done by Magda Dropek of Queer.pl. Thank you Magda!:) Queer.pl: The first blog entry is very moving. Was it difficult for you to describe this? Adam: The first months after I told my wife I had fallen in love with a man were the most difficult for me. It … Continue reading Gays come out of straight marriages?
February 11, 2018 “I’m glad this is possible between us. I’m proud of us! Maybe it’s strange, but I don’t feel any aversion to Daniel at all. Everything is OK! I didn’t remember him being so tall. I’m looking forward to having dinner together:)” This is a text message I received from Anna on … Continue reading Fat Thursday
December 12, 2017 “The daughters will stay with each of the parents in their place of residence alternately for one week at a time – on odd weeks with the mother and even weeks with the father, the week being understood as seven days counted from 9:00 p.m. on Sunday to 9:00 p.m. on … Continue reading An Agreement
September 1, 2017 My relationship with Daniel is a long-distance one. Fortunately, we’ve managed to spend more time with each other lately. After one of our meetings in Warsaw more than six months ago, I sent my mother the following text message: “Hi! I’ve landed. It was an important trip for me and the … Continue reading Melania Trump’s Hairstyle and Paris Hilton’s Little Dogs
August 6, 2017 A late evening in December. I’m on the large, comfortable sofa in our living room. Stress hormones, as has often been the case lately, are giving me chills, constricting my throat and sharpening my senses. For the past few hours I’ve been exchanging text messages with Daniel, who’s on his way … Continue reading Coming out
June 30, 2017 Hunting, somewhere at the foot of the Bieszczady Mountains on the Polish-Ukrainian border, the mid-1980s. I’m seven years old. I’m sitting with my father and our dog on a look-out platform at the edge of the forest. We’ve just climbed up the ladder; Diana, our foxhound, reached the top first. Dad … Continue reading A Lesson in Courage