The time we spent at Green Haven as a couple seemed to be good for both of us. She appeared so relaxed as she showed no signs of discomfort while being nude among other people. She almost seemed to be more at ease with her nudity than a few of the women who lived at the naturist site during the summer.
I took photos of her with dragonflies resting on her with her permission. Of course, the image was cropped to preserve her identity.
However, once we were back home, it all fell apart.
From the last time we were at Green Haven, life has been problematic for me. All nude photos have been deleted from the blog site as my wife is worried about our children and grandchildren seeing the images of me without clothing.
Nudity has been a divisive element that has sparked storms between us ever since Green Haven. Well, to be honest, the storms date back decades. Nudity has been an issue that is either hit-or-miss ever since we have been together since 1970.
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Then, following our visit with Suzanne who came to visit us while we were in China, she disclosed that she was a naturist to both of us. Our trip was mainly about visiting family on the west coast and the stop in Cranbrook was about renewing our friendship with Suzanne. It seems that she had been reading my naturist blog posts and felt it was safe to talk about it to us. My wife knows about the blog site as she has read it as well at times, though not regularly. There are secrets about others we realise that we will likely never know.
Suzanne has come out of the closet as a naturist because she felt safe talking with us. My wife’s friendship with her has not been diminished because of it. The issue isn’t nudity. The issue is what impact my nudity will have on her friendships and work life in our small prairie town. It was something neither of us would have expected to hear. I think hearing that Suzanne was a naturist has changed my wife’s response to my nudity and my needs. She has agreed to go with me for a second visit to Green Haven in a few days. Again, it is time for me to hold the tension – uncomfortable as it might be.