Somethoughts from talking with with my wife today:
I really expect too much from my late-in-life transgender relationship with her. I am a romantic, but I am not in a romantic relationship. She made that point again today regarding our anniversary, Valentine's Day, and our first date. She said that our romantic relationship died when I discovered and shared that I am a transgender female. Whenever I allude to romantic love in our relationship, it hurts her.
We love each other, but she has made it clear that her love for me is not romantic. Romantic love involves an intimacy and passion that, to be fair to our relationship, died many years ago, well before I was diagnosed as transgender but maybe because I was transgenger without knowing.
It hurt me when she said that, but, in fairness to her, she is right. I guess I just don't want to let go of the romantic images in my head.
I believe that what we have is really love, but in the form of true love. I like this description:
"True love is a sincere, deep, and unconditional feeling of love. It involves total acceptance and understanding of one's partner, as well as a willingness to share joys and sorrows together. True love also means having a commitment to mutually support and build a harmonious and lasting relationship."
Romantic love was a gender façade that hid our true love. It lacked the substance that neither of us wanted to admit. I am sorry that she has no romantic love for me. It hurts me as well, but I have to be happy that true love is what we do have. It seems deeper in different ways. I miss the romance, but at least I know I didn't kill it by being transgender.
But ok, I get it. She loves me but she is not a lesbian.
I can live and love with that. ❤️