Your 1st paragraph really kind of describes the pattern of the relationship. Dealing with a drunk is a lot like dealing with a child. In the past he has had difficulties dealing with the changing nature of our relationship, and I have had to give him time outs and cooling off periods till he finally gets that I am the sober one. I am the one who helps him do things he doesn't know how to do, etc. But there is a saying in AA, you "carry the message, not the mess." Growing up with a drunk for a mom I learned a long time ago the importance of boundaries with a drunk.
But when you add the gender stuff into the equation it adds a whole new dimension. It feels good that I have finally put that boundary out there that "I'm Jane now." Period. That changes a lot. Transition as you know is about changing and redefining relationships, what works and what doesn't, losing old ones and finding new ones, and if someone gets in the way of that. If the metric is ever the other person or my transition, it's an easy choice to make. My transition always comes first now. Also, I was talking to one of my girlfriends today and she told me that he needs to understand that calling me by my old male name is actually unsafe for me now that I am living full time as a trans woman.
I don't want to get to a point where I make an enemy of him, but I don't see a lot of hope for real friendship anymore until he shows a real willingness to fully accept me as a woman, as my real self, without conditions.
But just knowing where I stand makes a huge difference for me and I feel a lot more comfortable walking around my own property presenting as a proud woman.
I guess I just kind of needed to vent more than anything.