So, these past two months have been met with a ton of changes. I tried to face each change with grace, dignity, and enthusiasm. A quick overview.
1. Wife asked for divorce
2. Started dating to attempt to move one
3. Relationship with another trans girl
4. Slept with a guy for the first time.
5. Came out to my whole family
6. Contemplated suicide so spent a week in psych ward
7. Moved out of my home and to California with Trans girlfriend
So, that was a lot but it does not end there. I had to come back to Vegas at the request of my doctor. I actually got a call from oncology, trying to set up an appointment. My endo got some odd results back from my bloodwork and so now they are attempting to diagnose me with leukemia. Just great, that's all I need...just lost my wife, kids, family....now I may have cancer.
Anyway, I had arranged to bring back my dog to live in California with me. So, I came to Vegas for the first round of testing. Tests were complete and still pointed to leukemia. So I had to set up round 2. I was heart broken. My parents already told me that they would not help me if I was diagnosed. My wife told me that I could not move back into our family home. How can I even suspect that my new girlfriend of 3 weeks would be able to help me through cancer? She did not sign up with this...im sure she would not have asked me to move in if she knew.
So, I began to really reflect on what I had lost and all the trials that I was about to go through alone. In retrospect, I probably should have adopted a wait and see attitude since I don't actually know yet if I have cancer. I decided then, that my life was over. I literally had nothing left that I wanted to live for and I was not going to burden another to take care of me if it came down to that. I made my plans on how I was going to do it. I had some loose ends to tie up because I have sole custody of my oldest from a previous marriage and want to make sure he stayed with his siblings. I asked my wife one last time if she was willing to attempt to work it out and go to coinciding. She again told me no. I had to stay until Tuesday for the 2nd round of tests but then I was just going to leave. I later informed her that I had decided to leave my dog with her so the kids would not be upset with me taking him.
Thursday hit and I had to be rushed to the hospital due to passing out at a restaurant. I have been admitted since Friday morning and still here as of this post. My wife came to visit on Saturday. She asked me to return home and agreed to counciling. I was floored. I asked why. She said she knew what I was planning, that I was going to kill myself. I tried to deny it but she persisted and told me she knew as soon as I told her about leaving my dog for the kids.
I never want to trap.someone just because I have a poor mental health. But I also want to be with her more than life itself. I am so lost and don't know what to do.