Dear Lost Lady,
I can not begin to tell you how sorry I am. I have and always will love you with my entire soul. This is why I cry almost every time we talk...I saw the day you would tell me you were leaving, like a horrid premonition of death you can't alter or avoid no matter what you do. I am so afraid to lose you, it's like ripping a vital part of who I am off and then expecting me to live.....I hurt so much right now. All I can think about is last night...when you told me you lost me and now have to leave. You telling me you wanted to have a funeral service for the old me...broke something inside of me.
Remember this last weekend? Couldn't you feel the love I had for you? Why can't that be our life together? I know you can no longer accept me, but as I have said many many times...I am still me. No one can tell me why I am the way I am, there is no cure for who I am. No matter what I say, you have insisted on putting transition on one side and you on the other. It is very much like being given a choice between keeping your heart or lungs.
When you threw out my clothes and shoes, when you became violent toward me...I knew it was just done out of frustration and it did not change the love I had for you. I feel so guilty and ashamed...responsible for your pain and the feelings you have now. The way you reacted when you saw me dressed was proof enough that you could never accept me. But, I still hoped...and begged,bargained,pleaded to God to help you learn to accept and love me for who I am.
I never meant to hurt you. I never tried to deceive you. I am lost without you. I know you think I'm a freak...and you are afraid I will embarrass you and our son. I don't want to be the cause of your pain anymore. I look at the scars on my arm from cutting, you have seen them,...they are a very pale reflection of the pain inside of me. I can't keep feeling this way...it is too much for anyone to bare. You have told me in the past you could accept me being transgender....as long as I looked and acted like a man. Doing that very thing is what was killing me. You know that, you saw me and what I was going through day after day for years.
You came down stairs a short while ago and found me crying....this is what I was working on. I thought for sure I could come up with something that would make you want to keep me....even if you locked me in a closet. I can't think of a thing I haven't already said many times over. If you want me to beg...I will...: please...please...don't leave me.
If you let me...I will care for you and love you the rest of my life.