This hurts so bad.
I did it. I have seen a lawyer and the papers are being filed on Friday. I'm leaving my husband of 30+ years. I'm taking half our furniture and moving to a different city, a trans-friendly city where I can transition more safely than I could here. I only know one person there and we are just acquaintances.
He doesn't know it yet. He's out of town vacationing w/ friends. I am having major second thoughts.
We were only 2 years away from having the house paid off and from his retirement. That's going to go at the window now because I'm filing for divorce. Instead, I now have a tiny, dumpy apt in a city where I don't know anyone instead of my big pretty house in our small town where I know everyone and have a couple of very good friends (who probably will have a hard time being my friends if I come out to them.)
This isn't even about my being transgender. We never even discussed the trans* thing, except when he would teaslingly/ sneeringly ask if I thought I was trans*.
All the things in our major that are/were wrong--the lack of respect, the judgmental remarks until I 2nd and 3rd thought my replies, then didn't say anything after all because I didn't want to be criticized. My own distancing, all of it that soured our marriage--I know those things are there, but now all I can think of are the good things and wonder what I'm doing. He's texting me funny little notes. For the first time in a year, I want to be held.
And I'm having to move while he's not here because of his uncertain temper. Yeah, writing it down, it all adds up to the marriage being over, but deep down inside, I'm terrified to be alone.
I hurt. I feel so afraid. I've called all my friends and they all have lives that are busy right now. Only one friend knows about the trans* thing, so I can't even be completely open with the other friends. I can't afford to loose them right now.
I thought I was ready for this. I thought I was actually looking forward to it. Now, all I can do is rock back and forth. I had no idea it would hurt so bad.
I really want to 'fess up and throw myself on his mercy and vow to pretend to be a girl for the rest of my life. It wasn't that bad, was it? I could be okay in my imperfect marriage the rest of my life now that I know how bad it could be by myself, right?
Please, anyone, any words of wisdom here?