...I'm outed to my step-mother!
What a week. Work has been a little too busy the last two months. To top it off, I worked the weekend of 3-4 June, and had only Monday off. I got my ears pierced (and got the expected ration of $#!^ from coworkers, explaining it away as a midlife crisis.) I also ordered some colored socks, polo shirts, a pair of sandals and a pair of canvas sneakers from Lane Bryant...
...At least I thought I had it shipped to Karen at my mail drop--
I just got home a half hour ago. The blue bag was waiting on the dining room table. Ohhh $#!^, I got some 'splainin' to do!!! Oh well, face the music, and...
I climbed the steps, with the blue bag under my arm (and a Victoria's Secret
catalog,) under my arm and said good night to my step mother...
"What are you doing getting stuff from Lane Bryant?" she asked -- thank god she was giggling when she said it... "Are you into wearing women's clothing?" I thought long and hard, and then blurted out "I'm transsexual -- full blown -- and I'm transitioning to female..."
"Well, I don't mind. But I want to see what you got from Lane Bryant!" she replied. And I sat down on her bed, opened the bag, and showed her the things I'd bought.
While we were looking at the stuff, I tried to explain why I was doing this, but I came to realize it didn't matter to her. I was out to her, and she accepted me that way.
Our relation is not a bed of roses. Sometimes we get angry at each other, and it seems the occasional blow-ups are inevitable, and have to be worked through. But then, what relationship is perfect? And, with my coming out to her, I feel a little bit more weight lifted from my soul (though, I still have to deal with the guys at work about my gold star earrings... )
One little catch, though... Now she wants to see all my stuff!
Karen
