Last night my wife wanted to talk to me about my transition. It seems i have not been talking to her enough about what it actually means, thought i had.
i asked her a some months ago how she felt about me possibly going into HRT, she said if it made me happy and i was sure it´s
what i want then we would find a way of making that work for us. Last night she was worried, said that i would not need her if i went through with it,
that i would just want a boyfriend instead. i tried to tell her the best way i could that i don´t need a boyfriend, i just need her and our boy,
she then said she is worried about how this will affect him. He is only ten, she wished i could just wait with this until he is old enough to handle it,
that she worries that kids at school will make life very hard for him. i told her that i share her worries but console myself with the fact that
bullying is not tolerated anymore, is handled correctly. My boy and i have always been very close, he has not had any worries about the
changes he has observed in me for the last four years or so, even reminded me to talk of myself as she not he. (in our language feminine and masc wording)
i told her i can´t wait much longer, that time is not my friend, would be old by the time he grows to be a man. She worries about that he will want
to emulate me, but i don´t agree with her, see no signs of that. This talk was upsetting me.
Now today i have been thinking so much about this. i feel i am being unreasonable, too caught up in myself, but at the same time i feel angry and hurt.
i tried to talk to her just earlier, but she did not want to talk really. i guess i should have left it alone. Told her that i am worried about us now
and she looked at me with anger in her eyes and said It´s just too much, i need time, but i blurted out, i don´t think you will be able to handle this.
How do you know she replied, was it not you that said we should be optimistic?
You are angry i said, well you are just too demanding was the reply. Seething with anger now, i said you know what no don´t bother thinking about it.
She went out to do something and i am back in male clothes, feeling disgusted with myself, wanting to close Pandora´s box again but i know i can´t.
i know what a queen sized jerk i am, am a selfish self obsessed person, really hate myself now. Just want to turn back time if only i could.
Was looking out the window just now and saw mister rapist getting into his car, he could feel my burning eyes on him and as he sat down under
the wheel he flipped me a birdie. i muttered to myself i just want to kill you mf.