Oddly enough this morning she acts as if nothing happened, other than I notice her putting on more makeup than usual. Maybe it's denial, or acceptance. Who knows. All I know is that I need to go to therapy next week and that's my focus.
I am also thinking about how I came out.
I told her first that I have been feeling uncomfortable about myself, ever since I was a child, 4-5 years old. I asked her what I am, she said a man and her husband. I told her that I am uncomfortable about one of those things... naturally she asked if I was leaving. I told her that no, it was that I was a man on the outside.
I hesitated a lot before I uttered the "T" word. "Yes, I might be transgender, and it's really distressing me inside, to the point where I had contemplated ending it all within the last 10 years, several times."
"Has your mom or dad known?"
"My mom caught me dressing a few times, yes. But so far you're the only family member knows the secret in full." That's true.
What really hit home was when I said that every night I go to sleep wishing that I would wake up as a woman. I am not sure I should have used those exact words, but that is exactly what I've been doing. Pretty much every...damn...night. It's the only thing that would get me to sleep.
As of now I'm relieved but worried. Worried about what next, and about my kids. I really don't want to lose them above all, and that is tearing me up. She might think that I would influence my son to be trans, but I hope she figures out that it just doesn't work that way.