I hate when I get thinking about my past. I was thinking about some family members who are still not entirely accepting...realizing that I didn't transition, in part, because I was waiting for their approval. Because I felt like it would be selfish to hurt my family. But what I didn't realize was that there was a consequence to my not transitioning, which was that it made me profoundly unhappy, but also took so much of my emotional energy that I struggled to be the loving and attentive partner I should have been. I guess that goes to show you that every action, or inaction, has its consequences.