I seem to need advice again, or maybe just a place to cry. Now some background, (but maybe too long?)
My wife and I were out shopping for clothes with a friend in a Las Vegas mall on Saturday (the friends husband was home preparing for a business trip). As we passed the Piercing Pagoda I suggested I get my ears pierced , and JoAnn angrily looked at me and said "A lot of girls don't have pierced ears." Now, this wasn't just an idle comment, it was meant to hurt and belittle me. And after so many years together I understood this statement as a clear warning, and it was made to me as if I was a child that needed terse correction. I was deeply hurt by this and it ruined the entire day and evening, but I didn't discuss it until we left our friends later that night and drove to the hotel where we were staying.
As we drove I asked JoAnn why she felt she had to deliberately discourage and hurt me for suggesting ear piercing. She went on to tell me she has a problem with me looking at, or wearing jewelry because I want to look feminine, and she can't handle it. She also said that I'm looking at clothes that are much more feminine than the simple things she wears, and these make her feel more inadequate and rejected. Let me say, we are a truly down-to-earth couple, and we never questioned each others poor blue jean and work clothing fashion choices. And we were almost always comfortable with what each other wore. But this is completely new for us. We continued to talk for a while about what it all means, however nothing was resolved. So in the end she just said she needs more time and "can't deal with it now." And she doesn't know if she ever can.
Fast forward to Monday (still in Vegas). We talked about how our friends were open with us about their lives, and how he surprised us on Sunday when he came out as a CD in order to make me feel more comfortable around them. Yes, we saw his clothes, and he's Flamboyant. They've always been into sex, and the life style works for them. But JoAnn said my changes are nothing like that since it's not a "life style" choice for me, and it's changing who I am. She then said something about us not being able to go on at some point like our friends can because my changes are permanent, and not some sexual game or fantasy like these friends have.
Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful that this couple made such a bold attempt to help, but they really don't understand what's happening, or why I'm transitioning. They did make us feel better around them and we talked individually to them about my life changes. JoAnn said she and her friend cried for hours about what's happening with me, and they have great support for each other. But while the support of these friends is well meaning, it doesn't help me.
If this transition is going to move on it has to keep on some sort of track and time table. I find I'm constantly delaying the things that are horribly important to me just to placate JoAnn,. And each thing that's delayed is followed by another as soon as the previous item is resolved. While we talked this last week I told JoAnn that eventually all these things are going to change with me anyway, and I have to start doing more now. But, JoAnn seems to quickly build walls in my path, as if to prevent me from leaving my life as Joe behind. I guess I just need a little advice from someone who has been through this. I'm afraid once again I'm going to be making a choice to leave quite soon to transition alone and lonely someplace else. I really don't know where this is going, but it has to go someplace fast.
Thanks for listening girls, and there's no need to comment if you aren't sure you should. Anyway, this may all just be an exercise in self pity I was writing everything like this down in my diary until last week when JoAnn told me she's found it, and read everything. Yes, I could continue with the diary, and pretend nothing ever happened. But the diary pages would never have the same self cleansing honesty. So now there's just a little void in my day. Probably never should have started the diary to begin with.
Oh well ...... sigh.
Love Kathy