My wife and I had a few interesting conversations thus far this weekend.
We've been discussing potential vacation destinations for this summer, and while we're likely to do some fun/interesting domestic travel, I have been proposing some international trips... despite the fact that the following year she has a six-week sabbatical and we'd likely do something longer then.
Over dinner on Friday she kind of bumped on my sudden international interest, and I'm not sure if it was something I was doing consciously or subconsciously, but when she asked I realized why I was doing it, so I shared: I feel this overwhelming guilt that my upcoming public transition is going to greatly impede our travel, especially internationally... and it's really bothering me. So I guess I was hoping to at least get a short trip in under the wire.
I go back and forth between thinking that maybe she's put some of this to the side in her mind... preferring not to deal with imaginary problems (which is 100% a healthy mental outlook) -- and thinking that she she is well aware of all of it.
Her response was that we have the rest of our life to travel (I think meaning that once I've transitioned fully and it will be safer for us to travel to more places), and meanwhile there are so many places we want to go, there will always be somewhere on our list for us to travel.
That certainly made me feel somewhat better, but the guilt, obviously remains.
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Today we talked about telling the boy. She could tell I am getting anxious.
We just scheduled a lunch with some dear friends in the middle of February out of state, and I said had we told the boy... that would likely be when we could tell that couple (who we only see a few times a year).
She said that we know he's going to come home when she does his taxes, or at least that's the plan... and that'll be the middle/end of February. She might be ready to do them a bit sooner, but with my birthday being towards the end of the month, she figures he's probably going to want to do it in one trip.
We've been trying to avoid telling him on a "holiday", but I said that my birthday doesn't count - plus, how can he get mad at me on my birthday?
I was mostly kidding when I said that, but she immediately said "he's not going to be mad. He's going to be fine. He'll be shocked, I'm sure, and he's going to need some time to process it, but then he's going to be totally fine with it."
We sat there for a minute and I said, "You know you're a unicorn, right?"
And she smiled and laughed.
So my birthday it is. Or thereabouts. So either way, it'll be done in about a month.
Love,
Allie