gay is one thing i don't think i've ever been. i realized i had an interest in girls around middle school, but i did my best to deny it just like i denied being transgender. but denial or not, it was there...
i remember when i first started really trying to bring up the topic of transition with my partner at the time, though, the question arose of whether he would "feel gay"--how he would feel about being in a relationship with a man, and how he would feel about being perceived as gay as a result. his answer was "i'm not gay, i'm just big-boned!"
i thought it was pretty funny then, and took the joke as a sign that he wasn't all that bothered. i soon realized it was actually just his way of avoiding the issue entirely, and the relationship was dragged out for another few years before we broke up because he wasn't interested in being with another man.
and looking back now, it's become apparent that he not only thought of me as a woman during all of that time, but that his overall image of me was... someone who didn't really exist. he felt like he had lost the person he married, and our relationship now is reduced to a casual friendship. i try not to think on it too much because when i do, it hurts. i don't want to destroy the friendship we still have, but one of these days i know i'm going to have to confront him about it. because he was wrong. i didn't suddenly become another person. i was always there; my sense of humor, my likes and interests, my personality... none of that went away. i have changed a lot over the years, as most people do, but i never stopped being "me". the only things that went away after i started accepting my gender identity were the skirts and the makeup, and at least some of my anxiety issues. i'd like to think those things were not how he defined me. but if the person he loved is just gone, then what else could it be? he must have never seen or loved me for who i really am, because i know for a fact that the things that made me me didn't go anywhere.