Many of us in the trans community have spouses or significant others whom we love and hope their love is strong enough to take the journey with us. Like many others, it wasn't in my case. Four weeks ago, I told my then-girlfriend of nine months about my trans past: my dressing as a pre-teen, my failed attempt at transitioning two years ago, and my current attempt to restart. She had many questions, which I honestly answered, but it was apparent from the beginning that she was having a hard time coping with this new reality. During the next few days, she continued to ask questions, including asking me to send her a picture of Laura. I did, but her response that I was "an ugly woman" didn't move us forward. She clearly missed the man I was and couldn't imagine a world where her boyfriend was really her girlfriend.
By the third day, she told me that she was a "traditional woman, that she wanted to marry a "real man", but that we could still be best friends.
ahh, the best friend tag. Not exactly what I was hoping for. This was actually one of the reasons for stopping my transition two years ago; the prospect of losing friends and the people I love. This time around, I'm staying firmly in the closet; that is, I'm on HRT, I dress when I'm at home, but I don't have a roadmap for ever going 24/7.
Two weeks into HRT and a few more before I feel the tingling.
Laura