I don't know what I am doing. I'm going to ruin my life.
A bit of background. I am biologically a girl, although I have never viewed myself like that. I came out as ftm when I was 17 to my peers at the time. Lived as a guy till I was 19. (Although not out to my parents, they still saw a girl) Started dating a guy that was very abusive. He made me not talk about being trans*, not live out or as a guy, and numerous other things. (many of which caused a lot of PTSD issues) Most of which I'm getting over with some therapy and a wonderful fiance. I split with my ex when I was 21, and at the latter part of that year got with my current partner. We will be together 4 years in about a month or two.
Since dealing with my PTSD and anxiety over the course of the last three years, I'm feeling much better. Much like my old self. But... With me feeling better comes the obvious. I can't stand who I see in the mirror. I want to see the man I see in my head... I was hoping to never deal with this again.
I came out to my current fiance as a transman back in 2014... he didn't take it well. He was confused, told me I was lying this entire time being with him, that I wasn't really trans, it was just another side effect of being with my ex. Asked me if I really wanted to never see him or my family again. (They will never come to terms with it, I got disowned for coming out as bisexual when I was 15) I told him I wanted to stay. I do want to stay. I started wearing men's clothes again, cut my hair short and stopped wearing makeup unless I had to.. but it wasn't enough. He doesn't mind that I don't act or dress as a stereotypical women would, but he doesn't ever want me to transition. I'm just not sure I can take it. Every time I bring something up, like buying a binder, he shuts down. Tells me I shouldn't if I want to be with him.
I know most people's advice. Leave him. Forget your family. I have heard all that before. I don't want him to be out on the streets (he lives with me in a family rental house), I don't think I can do this on my own. Just the thought of talking about it makes me sick. *trigger* I haven't eaten in two days. I'm ready to just give up. I don't want to think like this. This is the first time in my life that I'm doing good. I have a steady job, going back to college, have a connection with someone.. most of all My family is talking to me again. I don't want to ruin all of this with my selfish thoughts. But I have to decide soon. I don't want to get married then have him hate me more if I talk about it after the wedding in the spring.
I am going back to therapy, but I'm waiting till October due to bills and stuff.
I'm sorry for the rant. I really just needed to get stuff off my chest. Any advice, thoughts or considerations would be helpful.