For the last couple of months, I have been weighing my options about coming out. Call me chicken if you wish, but I am leaning strongly towards not doing so.
Coming out publicly was never really an option. It would be too difficult in this small rural community, and, having moved twice in the last two years, another move is not going to happen any time soon.
My issue was whether or not to come out to my wife. While I love her dearly, she can be quite judgemental. I cannot honestly see it going well. The odds are more than 50-50 that it would break up our marriage.
Quite apart from the emotional cost, there would be a financial cost as well. We are modestly comfortable financially, but dividing our assetts would leave us both in poverty. Both of us are too old to start over.
I have lived with the dysphoria for decades, so I know I can handle it. On the plus side, now that I understand my trans nature, I feel a bit of weight off my shoulders. Understanding isn't living, but it helps. On the down side, I don't feel good about continuing to sneak my cross-dressing in when my wife is out of the house.
I wish I had made some different choices years ago, but I think I have to live with the ones I made. *sigh*