My breaking point?
Realizing I was selfishly messing up my wife's life, AND my own, by not facing facts. Taking the easy route of inertia, stringing my wife along with the hope I'd become who she needed me to be someday.
No, I wasn't sacraficing myself for anyone, or putting my dreams on hold for them, or... nothing like that. I was immature and afraid and lazy, and was getting some of the things *I* wanted from the relationship: a close, though platonic girlfriend, a female life I could "leech" off of, acceptance and closeness of femalekind... oh sure, it was great. FOR ME.
The poor girl would ask me constantly over two decades if I was going to transition someday, and while I wouldn't dare say yes, I also just could not bring myself to say NO, NEVER. I couldn't do it. The more she pushed, the more I avoided it, and the more I realized that I couldn't say NO because I knew.. I KNEW... I would have to. Somehow. Someday. When the stars were Just Right. I was just setting up the chess pieces for the Perfect Move, where I could do it and no one would be able to stop me. My entire life had been one long manipulation to make that happen.
Yea, I'm an immature, selfish bitch.
It all built into an avalanche of clarity one bitterly cold Thanksgiving Day, when I stood in the howling wind, tears freezing to my face, fully realizing what I had done to her, AND me - and was going to do to both of us now. I never "decided" to transition really. I just realized I WOULD, and all the rest... the whining and crying on here for two years was just me venting at the futility of resistance. I KNEW I would. I ALWAYS knew I would.
I realized that I *am* That Kind Of Person. Someone who believes in something so deeply, so insanely selfishly, that it's more important to me than anything. ANYTHING, including my wife's happiness... or even my life itself. It's horrible. It's ugly.
But it's also the Truth.
~Kate~