I was fighting being trans since I was like 5. I also tried not fighting it in my early 20's when I twice experimented with transitioning. Always the drive to be "Normal" won out. To a point, I did allow myself to think I was just a bit more than your average CD.
After that I had a fairly good 30 year run. My wife always knew of my past but not thrilled over seeing me presenting as Joanne, so that was kept to an absolute minimum for survival. If you call just existing as surviving. A souless, lifeless machine. In a rocky marriage as I turned into a miserable person to live with says my wife.
My life totally changed after going to my first ever TG support group meeting. I thought I knew it all, but it was nothing compared to being in room full of women very much like me. By the third meeting I knew for sure I needed to be there and past time to tell my wife what's been going on. I was living & working way out of state at the time. She was far from thrilled about this development.
Fixing me went a long ways towards fixing the "Us". Over time she saw all the positive things happening to me and how much better of a person I was. Slowly getting back to not just the old me, but an even better me.
It took time, it took hard work for us both to make it work, it took a few gallons of tears. There were plenty of dark times for us both. Our love for eachother is now stronger then ever. She is supportive, to a point, right now. It is not fair for me to ask, nor can she possibly even know, what her feelings will turn out to be if/when I fully transition. One day at a time.
Life is change. Six years ago when I knew I needed to take the trans beast head on, transition was the absolute last thing on my mind. Been there, done that. A few years later, it looked very very real, today its a big question mark. I am mostly happy now being me. I am finally comfortable being in my own skin. I have a job that is like getting paid to have fun. Once I move out of this cesspool "Village" I'll be able to get back to living part time as female.
Fear paralyzed me most of my life. It still affects me. It does not matter if they are real or imaginary. Fear is basic. Fear is key to surviving. Facing fears is key to living.