So my wife, the mother of my unborn child, the love of my life, told me should would stand by me through this transition, or rather, through this journey.
She tells me she loves me, and wants me to be happy. I keep thinking she is telling me what I want to hear. Ive never been this kind of paranoid, but with the pregnancy she is hard to read.
She has in the past, fibbed and told me things she thought I wanted to hear. I asked her if this was the case, and she denies it.
I dont want there to be negative energy in our relationship, but it is hard for me to believe her, when she gets anxious over me coming out. In fact, she seems to want to dictate the terms of it. Now I understand that this effects her life as well, but the pain I feel inside, at times is unbearable. Sometimes I just want to scream that I am woman.
I love her, but I am in a really low spot, mentally and emotionally. I need her to comfort me, like Ive never needed it before. Or I need her to leave me, my spirit longs for either, but all I am getting is the inbetween. Its partly my fault because Ive always had trust issues, and to me, believing words that have no actions to back them has always seemed like faith.
She is pregnant, and I ->-bleeped-<- with my own head because I thik I am forcing expectations on her, and really I should just take all the pressure off her, however, I cannot control how she feels, so then I think I should just crawl back into my unconciousness and hope I can go 7 months before I can take it anymore. However, I dont even know if I am capable of doing that.
I am literally torn, emontionally. My secure emotional state is unlocked and unhinged. I want this, I want to be a mom, I want to be all woman. I dont want to hurt anyone, I just want to be me, but at the same time, I dont want to hurt either. It also seems as if I am depending on sex to prove to me she is accepting me like she says, but since she is 9 weeks, she hasnt been feeling good, and while I know she is pregnant, the feelings of rejection are still being there.
When I saw my therapist, she had me feeling beautiful...well she helped me find the beauty in me, but through everyday life, it has withered. I know eventually I will harness it, but I so need to feel wanted. The feeling I get, seems to be one of necessity, seeing she is pregnant, and our whole relationship I have been her source of emotional and financial security. I understand she has to feel some fear, seeing that there is a possibility of my transitioning effecting this, meaning financial and emotional security. However, would I be to blame? I am still me, it is society that is illogical, but sometimes I look in the mirror, and I see the man Ive been, and I feel the woman inside, and I think, maybe im just crazy. Maybe my whole life my body was fighting off this insanity, and it has gotten tired, and now insanity has weathered the storm, while my immunity is weakened.
Ive contemplated the thought that maybe Im really not trans and maybe it is a sex fetish, but then sex has become just a facet of it. Dont get me wrong, I love sex, but who doesnt? I mean, would I have ordered hormones, and sought out a therapist if I wasnt trans, would I be moving forward with hair removal on my face, and practicing doing my make up and hair?
This is when the guilt sets in. Shouldnt I be learning how to be a parent? Then my mind takes over and says, that I am a good person, I am good hearted, and I will be an amazing parent. Then I think, well if there is a possibility that this could cause us financial harm, shouldnt that be a responsible consideration to consider, especially since there is a child who will be completely dependent on us? Then I think, well money isnt everything, and I am a hard worker, I am smart, dependable, and responsible. I have acheived a significant amount of education and credability in the field I am in, so why wouldnt I continue to be successful? Plus I live in one of the few states that has a specific law protecting trans people from discrimination. Then my mind tells me, everyone is replaceable.
->-bleeped-<-! I wish I could be the helpful girl :-(
I know we will get through this. Its permeating my dreams though. I dreamed that everyone hated me, and was reacting to me the way they did when I was hooked on meth. Its been over 10 years since then, and so much has changed, but my essence is in tact. I am scared.
In between my confident times, I still have serious doubt, and it causes suicidal thoughts. Not because I want to die, because it seems that would be easier than to face those fears.
I know I am very fortunate to have the life we share, granted it is mostly material success, we have connected beyond a physical and emotional level. Our relationship literally manifested into a spiritual connection, like kindred spirits. My fear has driven this channel closed. I dont want to be a downer, I dont want to, especially at a time when we should be rejoicing. Dont get me wrong, ever since I saw our angel, it has been circling my mind. Ive been contemplating the deeper aspects of our society, and how we can interatc with it, so we do not brainwash it, but foster an environment conducive to the growth of the soul, rather than the ego.
I quit, writting. :-) I feel like the energizer bunny of posting right now