Sorry for the emotional drama yesterday. Still getting used to emotions. The funny thing as I was walking along crying yesterday I was wearing sunglasses and a virus mask so I still had a lot of privacy in public.
Pammie thanks for the hugs and Davina I think you are right, Emma is in charge. I am certain that I will transition....wow really tough to say that or type it. I have such a long way to go and I am dedicated to help my wife and I stay together.
I found this response on the internet and I hope to have the chance to share it with her.
Thank you all again,
Emma
How did your wife react to you coming out as transgender?
I can actually answer this.
I am the wife that reacted. Badly. Horribly. I could have done so much better than I did, and I still feel, after all this time, guilt over how unsupportive I was.
When she came out, she was already scared, vulnerable and terrified that I would leave her. Regardless of what anyone says, inside, there is nothing but terror at being abandoned.
As her wife, it was my job to reassure her that I was there for her and that I wasn’t going anywhere.
I dropped the ball. Like, so badly dropped the ball. I became withdrawn and sad. I was angry and depressed. I felt isolated, like no one else on the planet knew how I was feeling, and no one could empathize.
I resented, and we fought. She withdrew, and we fought. I yelled, got silent, slept on the couch, and we fought.
Now, I get that there are probably people out there who would say that I needed to self-care - I, after all, married a man, and that should have been all, right?
Nope.
I do get to self-care. Yes, absolutely. I get to feel grief over what, at the time, I felt was almost a death. The person I married wasn’t going to be the person I married. Was I a *gasp* LESBIAN??
As time passed, and I began to actually educate myself, I learned that she was still the same person. I didn’t fall in love with a penis. I fell in love with the person. Communication at the time was next to nothing because we were both licking wounds in separate corners. Once we finally started talking to each other, like REALLY talking and being frank and honest, we discovered there was a lot of information that we could share with each other that actually helped clear a lot of the fog I found myself in. I had questions about sexuality - hers and mine. I had practical questions about sex. I even had questions about how she was going to present.
What ended up happening was that she trusted me enough to be her “dragon at the gate”. I was the one who helped her come out to family and friends, and later workplace folks. I feel honored that she trusted me with that.
Was it an easy thing to accept? No. Did I handle it right? Again, No.
Did I love her any less?
NO. She was and is my life, and I’m confident to say she feels the same about me.
If I could do it all over again with the understanding that I have now, I would. I would do it better. I would BE better.
Now, things are different, better. It wasn’t an “all of a sudden” improvement - gradually we both began to relax into our bodies. I’m not saying that everything is perfection. We still scrap it out, but we scrap about the same things that a het couple would scrap about. Our disagreements are not centered on her transition. That doesn’t come into play at all. She’s my wife, and she drinks out of the pop bottle, leaves <poo> on the counter instead of putting it in the garbage, and stirs the coffee with a knife instead of a spoon. Drives me crazy, lol.
I have a hundred things that drive her bonkers, too. That’s marriage. You bonk heads together and then get over it.
It’s still a journey, but she’s my co-pilot, thank god. She’s better at reading directions than I am.