After three months, I don't know what has happened, but today I just was struck with this sense of...peace. I just sort of had this revelation of "why am I fighting this so much?". I realized, and I really accepted, that none of the "stuff" happening really matters in the long run; the cosmetic changes my spouse is "trying out" right now are really not a huge deal if he is happy. Why am I working so hard to make us both unhappy by digging in my heels so hard and deep? It's stupid. If he is happy trying out women's clothing, makeup, hair removal, hair growth (on his head), maybe hormones, fantasy, and whatever...what is the freaking harm? His family will accept this; my family maybe (some will, some will not); our real friends will accept it too. Am I really concerned about what strangers think? I know who I am, and I guess I realized it's stupid to be afraid of a potential va-jay-jay (as I do not mind my own). SO is insistent that he is still questioning, and that there is no guarantee that he will need/want to transition because he is still testing the waters. I told him, and he went with it. I came home from my barre class to find him fully dressing (and at first hiding until I told him to knock it off). I admit I was a bit hyper, as I had just done an hour of intense ballet and had not eaten more than a banana and half a sandwich all day, but I wasn't freaked out. I was a little bit hesitant to rub my hand up his freshly smoothed leg, but it didn't bite or hurt. I didn't even mind the boob inserts that I gave him making an appearance. He seemed uncomfortable, probably because he didn't realize I would be home when I was, but we just sort of went about doing what we do. He watched cartoons; I walked the dogs and folded the laundry. A typical night. Then he went for a snack, so changed back into guy mode, and the rest of the night has been. I hope my new found clarity is not a whim or a phase, because I am so tired of being anxious about all of this. If he wants and needs to transition, then it's going to happen. I would rather be a cheerleader than a hater or a roadblock.