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
June 18, 2017 The notebook has 200 pages, each imprinted with a leaf theme. It also has a red leather cover and a magnetic clasp. The title: Diary – Adam and His Daughters, Natalie and Ella. On the second page the girls painted colourful flowers, stars and hearts, and wrote: “We love you, Dad.” In … Continue reading A Diary
May 28, 2017 An old photograph: I’m sitting on my mother’s lap. My eyes are brimming with tears. A moment earlier I’d fallen off my bike while racing down a hill in the neighbourhood. I’d scratched up my face. I was five or six years old. For the next thirty years I didn’t cry even … Continue reading Tears
April 24, 2017 “I find all communication with gay people pointless. […] I want to make it clear that homosexuals don’t interest me at all. The fact that you exist, and that there’s an increasing number of you, doesn’t change my worldview. I don’t want to think about any of you. I prefer to occupy … Continue reading Amity