Well.......it's been three weeks since I totally came out as trans to my girlfriend (she knew about my crossdressing 3 years ago); things seemed to be going ok for the most part other than the fact she no longer wanted me to really touch her or kiss me, but over the last few days things have really come to a head.
She's gotten to the point of where she never really spends any time with me, is always going out with friends and won't come to bed until long after I'm asleep. I've been feeling really rejected as a person and broke down this evening while we were out a dinner. We talked about a lot of things; how she's resentful of the period of depression I went thru over the past few years, how she doesn't know if she can handle my transition, how she feels like she could deal with it better if it were over in an instant (you and me both!). I just got a list of Endos from my therapist and my hormone letter (yay!) and that topic was touched upon, she's not sure she can handle the changes, but she's mostly just afraid of the unknown.
Anyway, we've been living together for 3 1/2 years, but after this weekend I have to move out.
<sigh>
I dunno, after tonight I feel like she understands who I am and where I'm at more than ever before, that said, she still feels like we need to make this change; we'll still be "together" I suppose, but in more of a dating capacity.... something I'm not sure I'm going to be able to handle, I've never been so good at playing the dashing prince role.....
While this throws a pretty big monkey wrench into everything and is something I was absolutely dreading and had hoped it would not come to, I actually feel relieved in some weird way. I don't even know why or how to explain it.... maybe like I feel like I have permission to be me? I dunno.... can't really grasp it yet.
The next few days will be spent going thru and packing my stuff, which sucks because most of what is here is "ours" and will stay with her; it's hard to dismantle 4 years of your life with someone else. Bye-bye $1400 memory foam matress, catch ya later 32 inch flat screen..... thankfully she's letting me take the computer. The rest of the stuff that is actually mine, is lame guy stuff that I don't really want anyhow with the exception of my guitars.... I'll get a pretty fresh start, if I want it or not.
So...... it looks like when I start HRT it'll really feel like I'm going thru puberty again because I'll be living in a small bedroom at my mothers 2 bedroom home. Did I mention my mom hasn't fully accepted the transition thing yet? I feel like I'm totally going to have some 13 year old girl "I hate you!" <door slam> moments. Wait a minute.... this could be fun.

~Sara (trying to keep her head up)