Meghan, you missed the date on my last post. The BBQ was almost a month ago.
She went by herself. I went to church, and during a happy song, I started crying. Fortunately, my church friends are very supportive. One of them, when I told him the situation, said, "I'm glad you are not there." At Joys & Concerns, because many people were showing concern from a distance, I took the mike, but didn't stand to speak. I said, "I have a joy, twisted to a concern, and halfway back to a joy. Anne and I recently celebrated our one year anniversary of living together, but I am here by myself today because she is at a family reunion where I am not welcome. It's good to have a place like this church to come to on days like these."
She came home quite elated and kinda drunk, saying things like, "That was the best time I have had in years," and "It was wonderful to be with my whole family in one place." She can be kind of insensitive, and couldn't understand why these statements hurt my feelings. Moreover, she was peeved that I spoke in church, and thought people would condemn her for going. I told her that most everyone had expressed sympathy for her, to have her family putting her in that position, and her family offering her only conditional love. Nonetheless, two weeks later, at Pridefest, a lesbian church-member gave her hell about it. Then I got kicked out of the bar, at a Pridefest after party, for using the ladies room. The bar was under new ownership, and the new owner didn't give a squat that the law in Colorado is explicit and unambiguous that gender-identity determines restroom use. So this started Anne on a fresh round of encouraging me to de-transition.
I think the message she got from her family was, "If you leave him, we'll embrace you back with open arms."
To sum up, she thinks she drinks because my gender issues cause her all this emotional turmoil. When she drinks, she hates that we can't have a normal life, and she gets verbally abusive. Then she sobers up, and makes up. But I am getting more and more alienated, especially from Bad Andi, a nickname her drinking personality had before we met. I have not told her what I really think about her drinking, because it would be very hurtful. What I say silently to myself is, "It doesn't surprise me that some of the men in your life have beat you. What surprises me is that some of them didn't."
We love each other deeply. We have tons in common. But the long-term outlook is bleak. If the drinking gets worse, I will leave her. If the verbal abuse continues, I will leave her.
The backside of this is that, if we can't make it - it will be largely because of pressure from outside our relationship. It makes me think that it's just useless to try to be in a relationship, period.
Again, I don't expect people to have answers for this mess. I'm just throwing my data into the mix, to hopefully help other people think about their situations.