Dee Marshall and katiej, I hope those conversations with the spouses, when they happen, work out well. Closeted from someone who should be your closest friend is never a fun place to be. Good luck in advance.
Back to the topic, my dysphoria comes in waves too. Like today, it's not too bad at all. A few days ago, it was miserable though. And it does make me wonder, "Hmmm, perhaps I'm not trans after all."
What bothers me the most is that on my days when I'm not feeling particularly girly, I'm depressed because I want to be girly. To put in another way, on those days where the dysphoria isn't in the pit of my stomach, I miss it. It's like I want to be trans - and being trans isn't necessarily something that I'm sure anybody should want. (I might be wrong about that, but surely most people would want to live a life free from the struggles faced by trans people?)
And I feel guilty and stupid for wanting to be trans on those days where I'm just not feeling it. It's like when I'm not feeling dysphoric, there's an emptiness inside me, like a depressing feeling that I'm just a regular guy and this is the regular guy life I'm supposed to lead for the remainder of my days. And I'd so much rather live out my years as a female.
Yeah, I get where you're all coming from. It's hopelessly confusing...