The final chapter in my transition and acceptance in a legal sense is now in the hands of the authorities After a few months procrastinating, I have made the application for a Gender Recognition Certificate (GRC). That little piece of paper that will allow me a new birth certificate stating I am female. As some of you may know, in the UK this is the only "official" document that states your gender. Ain't it funny that at this moment in time, despite having all the female bits, I could still be sent to a male prison because of a piece of paper.
Sandra had to make a declaration that she wished to stay in our marriage, if I receive a GRC, this only became possible in Dec 2014 when the same sex marriage act caught up with the trans community, despite same sex marriage being legal at least 8 months before hand.
Of course, she has said all along that is what she wanted, Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut, the letter she got confirming receipt of her declaration said, "please let us know if you change your mind, before Nigella's application goes before the Gender Recognition Panel..."
... annnnnnnnd now I have to be nice to Sandra or at least until I know for sure that I have got my GRC