I came out to my dad last night.
It was possibly the hardest conversation I've ever had.
I've been on HRT for 6 months, and figured perhaps now is the time to say something before it gets any more noticable. I thought he would have an inkling, I'm not exactly very masculine, and getting less so by the day.
But he never suspected. Maybe because we see each other every day, he didn't pick up on the changes. I don't know.
We spoke for a couple of hours. There were a lot of long silences where I let him think. He doesn't understand it, but he's is fully supportive.
I honestly expected the worst. I never thought this day would come. I had a bag packed with clothes and meds and my laptop, ready to leave if things went badly. I did not expect this at all.
I have been crying tears of joy all night.
I still am.
I can move forward now.
Tomorrow, I tell my work.