We talked last night, then Judy shouted at me and I back at her, then we talked. Again.
This is SO hard. Especially on Judy.
She finally fell asleep from pure exhaustion about 6:00 a.m. and I wrote the following letter and put it on her vanity.
Judy,
I love you so much.
Last night you said you dread going to sleep because it means waking up each morning and facing trying to survive another day. I too dread the morning; nearly every morning for the last month or so I wake up crying in fear, misery, guilt and panic; What am I doing, I am so stupid, I am so afraid, I can't do this, I want my old life back, I can't do this to Judy, to us, to the kids and grand kids.
I have tried and tried to repress my feelings about my gender the last couple of years. Whatever the trigger was, it awoke something that had lain dormant in me. I tried to placate it, with little things at first; wearing your clothes occasionally, shaving my body hair, the mani & pedi with my toes painted, the pierced ears and earrings, the desire to have long hair. But as time passed what started out as an unsettled feeling of discomfort became a primordial urge that is totally consuming me.
I don't know if, or how, I can turn it "off". A part of me says "I want to, I WANT TO, I WANT TO ."
But in my head and my heart I don't.
Last night you accused me of being selfish; and I am. I have no right to ask you to stay with me (and I've been trying to prepare myself for the probability you won't), but I hope that somehow you can find the love and strength to do so.
I am truly so, so sorry for the pain I am causing you.
I love you now and will forever.
J
She has been really struggling since I told her in July that I need to transition totally and is undecided whether she will stay or leave.
I'll keep you posted.