Being that I am a trans female. I have had to assess in my own heart the significance of my love for my wife, and my relationship to our children. I have very romantic notions about eternity and our love lasting forever. Since we live in separate Boroughs in the city. It is fair to say that to the degree I miss her, and think about her is the same degree that I suffer from self doubt. In our lives together in recovery we have let go of so many acquaintances. Unwilling to let go of everyone at first, we held on,and kept our marriage open. My brothers divorce was the last real conflict we experienced. My mother's death will be next. It is Perhaps perfectly honest of me to say I love my wife because our Marriage has lasted a lifetime,but what happens when everything under the sun has come to pass? Do we just grow old together but separate?
