I can no longer be referred to as a Drag Husband. Not really. After almost five years, Dan and I have ended our relationship. It was a mutual decision, and nobody's fault.
I know anyone who knows us in real life, is waiting for me to write this, because they're expecting to get the dirt on who did what, to get to the root of the why. I feel bad for those who are hoping for that, because that's not what you're going to get.
I've been broken up with a few times. And, it's never pretty. There has always been a period of extreme awkwardness after. And, always talk about who was the real bad guy.
Quite honestly, we grew apart. We both wanted different things. That's it. No cheating scandals. I wasn't secretly trying to date other drag queens.
We broke up the Friday of Pride Portland. And attended Pride the next day together, and the Tea Dance on Peaks Island on Sunday. It was a little odd...because we were there together, but really weren't together.
We did a joint announcement on Facebook, posting the same thing, at about the same time, after I let my parents know, so they wouldn't find out online first. And, the friendship thing seems to be working for us.
Breaking up isn't easy. And it's not pretty. But, this time, at least the level of maturity on both our parts has made it far less awkward than it could be.
Now, comes the worst part of the break up...dating again...
