Today, after church, I had a nice chat with our associate pastor. I've known this lady since 1980, and she and my wife were good friends. I told her about being trans and being on hrt. We chatted a while, she said she was happy for me and glad that I trusted her enough to tell her.
Then, I went up to visit my son, and take a guitar to my grandson. I took the family out to lunch, then talked to my son. He had an inkling of what was going on with me, but not really sure. After I explained everything, he said that I'll still always be his dad and that he loved me. Since he is my son, he inherited my strange sense of humor, we had to make a few jokes about it. We hugged, said our "I love you's", and I left. It has been a fantastic day.
18 month hrt checkup tomorrow morning, then a session with my therapist. Then... back to the reality of earning a living. Eeeeeewwwww.
Hugs (from a very happy),
Leah