I remember coming out to my mom twice about being trans. Twice because I had to confirm with her who I really am. I had to tell her. My parents spitted when I was 12 and I have always been closer to my father than I have my mother and it's probably because we have so much of the same interest (I take a lot from him).
But he moved up north a few years back and slowly I wasn't able to keep in touch with him as I was able before when he lived down here.
On my 21st birthday (on July 21) he drove down here to surprise me with a visit. My first thought was, "I want to go have a beer with you dad!" but we weren't able to do that. Instead we met up the next day (the 22nd) for breakfast.
When I told him he didn't seem shocked. It was as though he had expected this all along. He told me "Why don't you try to live as who you are born as though? You know as you get older, gender and stuff like that doesn't matter so much...". I then explained to him that even after I had surgery down in my private areas, I was never fully a woman anyways. I told him I am doing this because I know this is who I am and who I need to be for me to be happy. He then said something that relieved me.
"You know, all I ever wanted from you and your sister is for you guys to grow up to be prideful, honorable and good people. So you do what you have to do as long as you stay a good person with a good head on your shoulder alright?"
In the end, I promised I'll buy him a beer when he's back down here and we parted.
