I heard and interesting quote once "It's a cash and carry world. Sometimes you pay a little. Mostly it's a lot. Sometimes it's everything you have." In my mayfly existence on this planet I have paid much and in two cases came close to paying the Ferryman everything. Yesterday I truly learned what it means to willingly put "everything" in the pot.
As many here know I have maintained the stance that HRT is not for me for reasons which I did not go into. I guess we spend so much of our lives denying who we are that sometimes that denial stubbornly hangs on and we come to believe that it is fact not falsehoods. I know in my heart of hearts I am a woman but sometimes "he" clings to my existence like some ghost echo not truly wanting to let go. Over the past few months things have been getting chaotic in my mind, in essence the same as when I first came to this realization three years ago and sometimes my thoughts are dark. Anger, bitterness and depression creeping back in like some insipid mold which won't die. When I get like this I become introspective during which I realized . . . I am lying to myself much the same way I lied to myself three years ago, all in an attempt to hold tenuously on to the last vestiges of him. Now it wasn't all lies as it included deep seated and I truly believe a healthy fear of not wanting to rush into something until I was completely sure . . . HRT. However, once I separated the fear from the fact I realized this is something . . . I need. Emotionally I am becoming a bit unstable (not self-destructive unstable should someone wonder) just emotionally unbalanced. I know it is time and so I made an appointment through my medical system to speak to a doctor to start the process. I cannot describe the shear joy I felt when that appointment was confirmed . . . no doubts, no fear . . . just happiness that things are going to move forward.
That was the easy part. My wife would have to be told and though she has been supportive of me, I sensed that a step down this path may be a bit too jagged for her to navigate with me. I love my wife and I am sure she loves me but our relationship has kind of skewed over the last three years in that romance has departed but a deep seated bond of friendship has replaced it. Our conversations are enjoyable, our time existing together is a joy . . . we just sync better than before . . . love but a different sort. However, I am cognizant that physiologically I am still male and I think that provides her with a security blanket of sorts . . . she may dress as a woman, live as a woman but she is still a guy which makes me heterosexual. I feared that my announcing that HRT was now on the table which in effect could produce physical changes which may make it difficult to see her security blanket not to mention I am sure she will wonder what is next (GCS?) . . . just saying, I was not expecting a good outcome. Yesterday after work we had our talk . . . it did not go well. As expected she was deeply confused and hurt as I had maintained that this was not something I was seeking . . . I know, I know a fatal error on my part and anyone reading this should learn from my mistake . . . never say never when dealing with loved ones. The proper approach should have been, "as of now HRT is not something I am thinking of but I cannot make any promises because I don't know where this will lead". There was a lot of yelling, a lot of crying and talk of separation/divorce followed by accusations of destroying her dreams of retirement. I tried to explain I still see a future for us but unfortunately I will have to live that future as a woman. Then my worst fear . . . she is not prepared to be in a same sex marriage. I get that and I hold no ill will towards her for that . . . it just hurt. The woman I have loved for almost three decades was slowly slipping from my grasp before my very eyes and there was nothing I could do because of this cursed condition. She could not discuss anymore and asked for some time to think.
So last night was quiet and reflective for me. Sorry, I am going to get a bit Sci-Fi nerdy girl here. In essence I am facing my very own Star Trek Kobayashi Maru . . . should I choose to cross the neutral zone and save her (not start HRT) which would most likely destroy me or move forward with HRT which could likely result in the destruction of our 28 year marriage. I know nobody can give me the answer and some of you have already lived this . . . but for me writing these thoughts down are cathartic and hopefully will help others in a similar situation or are just starting down the path. This is a hard journey and sometimes things go well and then a small bump sends things flying out of control. Right now I feel sad and for the first time in my life . . . totally alone . . . with life altering decisions to be made.
. . . Sometimes you pay a little. Mostly it's a lot. Sometimes it's everything you have.
Marcelle