Only deep analysis of my bipolar condition.
We meet at the same time in the same place--alone together again.
Yes, we have "clandestine" meetings. I see Jeff, my psychiatrist, four times a year, in his office. We meet together, all alone, as lovers would. I see Suzanne once every three weeks. We always leave our clothes on.
I couldn't have had my child without them.
This sounds funny, but I needed letters from both of them to adopt my child. They vouched for my stability and the remission of my bipolar illness. When we got my son, they were the first two to receive cigars.
I seek guidance from them.
Like I would from lovers, I seek direction from my health care workers. They help me make important choices in my life, from where I chose to live to whether or not to have another child. These two guide me, as lovers would.
I tell them every little thing.
As I would with lovers, I share my life with them. We’re intimate in every way except ... They are my confidants.
They watch over me.
Ultimately, as lovers would, these two take care of me. Even though they receive my money as payment for their services, I love them like family members.
I have another man AND another woman. How do I juggle these "affairs"?
No, it’s not like that. They make my life easier, happier and healthier.
And the good thing is they coexist peacefully with my husband. My husband even approves of these people. He knows they make our family run smoothly.
I have another man and another woman.
And my husband doesn’t want to divorce me.
Can you say that?