Good morning everyone.. well, it is here in AZ..
idk where to even begin... you know, just like everyone else here, I have been struggling with.. doing what I need to, transitioning, not transitioning, reverting, moving on, stopping, restarting.. just a friggin' nightmare.. well, a nightmare no longer.
Last week, my wife and I were arguing.. again.. still yelling, accusing, lying, plays a terrible role in a horrible play, crying, whispering. talking, just the whole gamut of emotions.. marrage counselling sessions.. counselor reading up on being trans, and speaking, understanding a little bit of my anguish. we all came to the conclusion, it cant be saved.. yeah.. we've all been there.. well.. back home next day, that argument that began, the end. Wife said I need to make a decision, do what would be best for me or forever not say a word.. I replied, I have to begin my hormones.. low dose to get a feel for what I need..
(ok.. I am a real piece of work, been on hormones, both herbal and drug for 11 months, so this statement.. well, it was for her, and yes, it was a lie, but I was just tired of saying nothing.. )
I said that i was going to start my hormones, she said then I can not remain in the house. so last Sunday.. I packed, and left... moved in with one of my pilot friends, renting a room from her. She is very supportive, even encouraging. Her other roommate, also female, is too. I am finally in an environment where I can finally stop hiding, stop lying, stop, playing a badly-cast role in a sh1tty play.
I left a lot of my .. old clothes there.. which I have to take to Goodwill this week. Still a LOT of stuff there I have to clean out, trash, give away. but I cant believe I'm finally, able to live as myself. Yesterday, I went shopping for new clothes.. underwear, shower gel, looked at shoes, boots, told a handful of other friends about me, got total support from 3 of 4 I let into my Hell, now turning into limbo.
I went back to the house yesterday too, to return the wedding album I took.. wife said she wanted it back, which surprised me. But when I got there, my wife and daughter promptly left. Fine. Well, no, it isnt, but I understand.
She said I have to get to the mediator, and sign the separation papers, oh, and buy her a new car. Anything else? I texted her.. didnt answer..

She loves to throw around the suicide rate for trans patients, higher than any other group, she says it all the time, I finally told her, it isn't because we are still unhappy the way we turn out after we transition, its because we get no support or understanding from our family members who should love us unconditionally, right Katy Perry??
Still have heard nothing from my mom or sister. I know they know I'm gone. They said they will not see me if I change. Well, I guess they are to going to see me, then.
I announced on my.. other FB page... that I'm shutting it down soon, and that those, who want to, will know how to get in touch with me. I didnt say why (yet), just that I was going to leave. I think, I will say, very breifly why, when I shut it down. I have begun to migrate over, all the friends that are sticking by me.. nearly 100 at this point, to my Paula page.
Still no actual pix yet, as I am not out to the guys I have to fly with. I really think I would get immediately No-Fly'd when I do. But i can not make anyone, do anything. I can not, will not, make anyone face this before they are ready. But there are many more guy pilots, than girl pilots (who most have known me for 15+ yrs and are ok with me). My company is one of
the best LGBTQ employers out there.. with less than zero harassment tolerance. Seriously.. the hint of any harassment and its the 3rd degree, another incident and that person is gone. No discussion. And my immediate boss, has always been a good friend to me. So. work is covered.
A couple sweet oments, my first, I hope is a long series of good ones.. Sunday I moved in, cried most of the day, consoled by my friend.. Monday, her friend came over, met me as Paula, and accepted. 'cooked us both a really fine steak dinner. He asked a few questions, and I answered them as honestly as I could. Tuesday, she asked me to come out for dinner with some friends of ours.. one of my buddies, I have not seen for a while (he was out on medical). I agreed, and decided to go as Paula, again. Black skinny jeans, a Disney print teeshirt (um, I really need to get fitted for a bra now!) , calf boots and just styled hair, no makeup yet. L said I looked fine. but i was .. like..

This was Paula's
very first public appearance, and with someone who knew.. who I WAS.. and I was scared! terrified, even. But L got me to calm down, and just be myself. She had told my friend about me and said he was ok with me. Warm, smiled, we talked.. about his returning to work (he and L and are a different plane than I am), time away, our union, etc.. a nice evening, actually. Yeah, I got a few stares during the night, but I began to ignore them.
My world.. is finally beginning to open up, the light at the end of the tunnel, is not a train, and I'm not standing on the tracks anymore.
Butsome sadness is still there. I do not know if my family.. any of them, will come around. but the door will always be open.
I can only hope, right?
sorry for this being long.. but.. I've been keeping much of this in. Don't have to anymore, right?
Paula
(EDIT) OMG, I forgot the BEST part! Last saturday, I went for my first, full-face laser session !!! OMFG oh.. ok, it wasnt
thaaaat bad, but it was awfully close! 800mg ibuprofen an hour before I went.. 4 minutes, and $125 later, she was done!! 4minutes?? WTH?! $125 for 4 minutes? I am in the WRONG line of work!! LOL
a week now and about 40% have fallen out.. a LOT lighter than I was.. and getting better each day..