I've tried to be patient, but it's hard. I pay most of the bills in my home and I am the only professional living in my home which consists of me, my girlfriend of 6 years, my two kids from a previous relationship (now 18 in college & 16 a junior in high school). My girlfriend's kid from a previous relationship (16), a four year old we had together, and my dad, who has been sleeping on a futon in my basement for the past 7 months since he lost his apartment and then quit his job.
I first Came out in 2009 to Parents, Kids, Friends and Co-Workers. I found that the reality of transition to be overwhelmingly hard if not impossible to accomplish at that time and gave up. A couple years later I meet a girl that I fell hard for and accepted some of her mental health issues since she was in therapy and she seemed supportive of the idea that I tried transitioning in the past and that I wasn't sure if it would come back again. 2013 comes and I have a second urge to transition but once again it was too hard since our four year old had just been born, so I gave up again. Third times a charm right? In 2016 I try again and this time I succeed in getting on hormones. I begin living full time for almost two years now. 2018 comes and I finally have my name change signed by the judge in hand.
When I mention the gender marker change, my girlfriend freaks out and seems surprised that I would change it. Ummmm... seriously? Where has she been? Why does she think I've been injecting female hormones for the past two years?
What's odd though is that she is the only one in my home that uses the correct pro-nouns, but I'm starting to suspect that it's just lip service. I feel really disrespected by everyone around me. I know it's hard for my family members, but I would think that after 8 years of being out and two years living full time I've been patient enough. But then again, perhaps I should always tolerate my kids using whatever pro-nouns they want? Or should I teach them it is respectful to use correct pro-nouns?
I feel like moving out on my own and focusing on self care but my life situation feels precarious and I'm not sure what to do. I really don't want to raise our four year old in separate homes with reduced resources. I've spent 18 years doing it already with my first two. But I think I've run out of patience and that it might be wise to move out for my own physiological well being. I need some time to be my own woman and celebrate it it. Of which there has been almost no celebration to date only sadness of the loss of the male me.