Yesterday, I got the crazy idea that I needed to tell my husband. I just couldn't do it anymore. After the horrible depression and panic attacks on Monday, I made up my mind to tell him. Originally I was going to tell him on the weekend, but then I realized yesterday was better. It was better, because I had to leave the house around 6 to take my kids to get their soccer uniforms. I figured that he would read the e-mail I sent him, while I was gone. Instead, he didn't read it while I was gone, and I quickly realized that.
He had had a horrible day at school, failed his first test and was very stressed out. Of course, by the time I knew this, I had already sent the e-mail. I wanted to log into his e-mail and delete it, but I didn't get that chance. I got home, put my kids to bed, had a small dinner and went to take a shower. During my shower, he read the e-mail.
He stomped into the bathroom. "What possessed you to send that e-mail to me right now of all times? Also, I'm leaving you." And then he stomped out. I quickly rinsed my shampoo out of my hair and hopped out of the shower to go and talk to him. We spent two hours "talking". It was mostly him talking. Him raging. Him throwing himself a pity party. Him blaming me for everything. It wasn't just the trans stuff, it was everything. He brought up every mistake I had made in our marriage, he blamed me for him being upset and unhappy. He told me he wasn't attracted to me anymore, hadn't been for the last five years. Told me he hated my personality, and didn't want to be in my life. Went on about how he can survive on his own, blah blah blah.
I was crushed. I expected him to not want to be with me, but I thought we could still be friends. I thought that he would be mature enough (30 years old) to think of our kids. Instead, he doesn't want me in his life at all. He want's to move out on his own, and I guess just leave me and our kids to our own devices. It was so much less to do with me being trans, and more to do with everything else. It felt like I just gave him an excuse to unload all of his unhappiness with our marriage. Me being trans just gave him an out.
We didn't get anywhere with the talking. He doesn't know what he is going to do. I at one point, stupidly told him that I would take it all back and try and do better in our marriage. I don't want to. I knew that I would be unhappy, but I was thinking of my kids. The only person thinking of them during all of this mind you. I don't want to ruin their lives and their happiness. He told me that I couldn't take it back, because it would just come up again, or something else would. That no matter what decision he makes here, it isn't the right one.
So right now, I have no idea where we are going or what is happening. I talked to my mother and sister this morning and told them what happened. My mother is disabled, so my sister lives with her to help take care of her. They have a tiny two bedroom apartment, but they offered me, my kids, and my dog a place to come to. They want me to get out. They believe he is being emotionally abusive and controlling. They are willing to help me in any way, help me get on my feet, help me with my kids, help me keep my dog, everything. Even if I continue with my want's to transition. My mother hopes that getting away from my husband will make me not feel the need to transition anymore, but I don't think that is going to happen. Just her wishful thinking.
I feel relieved, now that he knows, and now that I know I have a place to go. I was scared all night, worried. I kept thinking that I should just try and take it all back, ignore it for longer, at least until my kids are old enough to get jobs and move out on their own. I knew I would be miserable, but I am a parent above all else. I would do that for them. Now though, there is another door open. A door that would let me get my life on track. Start over. Stand on my own in time, and yes, transition.
I want to go through that door. My sister begged me to stick to my guns and not let my husband talk me into staying. He doesn't care about me like he should, and is only upset because according to him he has "wasted eight years of his life" on me. I am going to stick to my guns.
Not sure on how I am going to approach the topic. I am pretty sure I have to get his permission to take my kids across state lines. I am in Louisiana and my mother and sister are in Arkansas, about an hour from where I am now. If I just take them, I am pretty sure it can be considered kidnapping. So if he agrees to let me take them to Arkansas, then I am out. If not, then I am not sure. If he isn't going to let me go where I can get help, then he needs to help support our kids until I can stand on my own down here.
If anyone has any advice, legal or otherwise, please let me know.