First off, hello everyone!
I stumbled across your website yesterday and read through a great many threads and I would like to think they have helped. In any case, I appreciate the fact that all of you are here and this wonderful place is here for everyone that needs it.
Now for a little background on my partner and myself. We dated for a bit about 15 years ago when we were in high school, and despite going our separate ways back then, I have been in love with her every day since then. She came back into my life about 4 years ago after having moved back to the area with her six month old son. We hung out a bit, and by the time he turned 1, we had started to date again. I have been the little ones "Dad" since around that point, and I couldn't be happier. We hit a rough patch for a few months about two years ago, but we worked through it and routinely spend time planning for things in the future. Sometimes it's longterm things, like our wedding and how awesome we'll both look clad in Steampunk gear. Other times it's something simple like what do to with the little one in a few days or when we want to go camping.
About a week ago, I felt something was off. I'd ask her a few times if anything was wrong, and she would just say no. Well Wednesday night I pressed it, and I know I shouldn't have. She went to bed, and I just felt something was off, so I pushed and she revealed some of the things she'd been feeling. And that perhaps transitioning was in the cards, but she hadn't wanted to bring it up until she went to her first therapy session next Friday. I should have left it at that, but I still felt something was off.
What I did next I am not proud of, and please understand I have never done anything like this before, nor will I ever again. I haven't slept well the past few nights because of this, and I've thrown up quite a bit. I opened up her Facebook and snooped. There I found out that she was already in the process of transitioning, and that she had shared it with quite a few friends, some of them mutual. She'd also started a blog to document her transition, and was looking into daycare for the little one (I'm a stay at home father). I'm not happy to say that I sort of lost it at this point. Partly because I felt that she had lied to me, partly because I'm so insanely scared for what she is going to be going through and what our son might have to endure.
I stormed back into the bedroom and I'm fairly certain I yelled before slamming the door. I also drank that night (To preface, I don't drink: at all) to try and keep my words in my mouth and the tears out of my eyes. I hate how I reacted. I hate that I had all these questions about me, but I never asked how she was holding up. I so hate that I snooped, and I know I should have let her tell me in her own time.
Please don't misunderstand, I fully support her (I'm still using her, since I haven't been told otherwise, and I want to move on her timetable of course). We're both bisexual, and I would hope that even after her transition, we could still be together. I love her and the little one with my entire being, and I will love him just as much after it all, because no matter how you try and paint the picture, the person I fell in love with is still the same person on the inside. If transitioning means being happier with who they are, how could I not support that?
But I know the way I went about it probably messed things up. I'm shaking just thinking about her coming home and telling me she doesn't love me anymore. I betrayed her something fierce, and I'm at such a loss for what to do. I've apologized, but I know that could never be enough. She told me she wasn't sure how to confront this, which is why she wanted to wait until after therapy, and that I should have trusted her to wait. She says now that I forced her to confront it, she doesn't know where to go from here. If I could go back and wait, I would. If I could go back to Wednesday night and say all the right things, I would without a second thought.
I can't stand the thought of losing them, and I am fully willing to help her fight any battle as she transitions if that's the route she does wind up going down. I don't care if I have to fight tooth and nail with the rest of the country just so we can eventually get married in our state. I want to grow old with her/him. I want to wake up every morning knowing that no matter what, they are there and that means that everything in life no matter the struggle, is worth it.
I don't even know what sort of response I'm looking for, but I don't know where else to turn until she's willing to talk further, and I just hope that we get the chance to work on things.
Thank you for listening,
Terrified Fiance