I think I play the “Love Doctor” role too often and a little too well.
Everyone from co-workers to close friends have been asking me for advice lately.
And I oblige because no matter how heartbroken one of your girlfriends may be, she will always seek your advice, wanting a second opinion about her relationship. It’s a role I take seriously, listening and dispensing wisdom that can only come from a late 20-something lesbian talking to a straight woman about her man.
It’s all the same when it comes down to love.
Among the problems I’ve heard lately:
One is in a “relationship,” and since it hasn’t really been defined as monogamous, she wants to know if it’s okay to see other men…
One has an overcrowding girlfriend and has to baby her insecurities…
Another has a boyfriend who doesn’t appear to be all he says he is….
And one more is debating about putting her man out…for the last time…
All these issues…what about me?
I know I can share my own lesbian drama, and believe me, right now there is, but that’s just not me. I will share some of my own experiences in love, but when it comes to the things eating away at my heart, sometimes I just can’t let down my walls.
As open as I can be about another person’s problems, it’s harder for me to give back the same. I guess it comes from not wanting to burden someone else. If they’re coming to me, they’ve got their own sins and griefs to bear.
That’s enough for me to keep it to myself.