My wife and I have spoken much about my gender issues, and how these issues have affected our lives and relationship.
Consistently, we have both told each other we want to make our marriage work, but now I am beginning to have serious doubts that it will. Of course, the writing has undoubtedly been on the wall for some time now, but it's been extremely difficult for me to consider it and acknowledge it for what, in all likelihood, it really is.
I believe my wife, on the other hand, is in denial about me and the path I am taking. She continues to plan things for the long term, hoping that I will one day just wake up from this and be the person she thought she married. She has indicated under no uncertain terms that she will leave me if I transition, but I do not believe she thinks I will do it.
Recently, among other things, she has made known to me what she wants.
First, my wife wants to keep the family together for the sake of our eight year old daughter. She has placed much emphasis on the importance of our child retaining both parents in a family unit.
Second, she does not want me to upset my father. My father suffers from terminal cancer. Based upon how he responds to remaining treatment options, he may live another five months or another five years. Still, my wife has told me that I should not do "this" to him.
Third, my wife wants me to get a haircut. Although it may seem like a minor thing, it is not. The last haircut I had was in the beginning of May. This is the longest I have gone without a haircut in more than two decades, and I have no plans on getting one soon. But, my wife told me that she married a "good looking guy," and that she wants to keep me "good looking." She also would prefer that I lose my earrings.
So, what she really wants is for me to be a father, a son, and a husband. She wants me to be a man. She believes that I can be a man.
I can't be these things she wants, though, as much as it breaks my heart that I know I am hurting her. I can't be these things because I am not these things. And I cannot be these things because I am not a man.
Regardless, the thought of losing my family makes me sick with fear and pain. I don't want that. Or at least that is what I have told myself. It is certainly what I have allowed myself to believe. Now, though, for the first real time, I am beginning to think outside of my previously self-imposed constraints.
In this regard, I suppose in a very real way I am slipping into survival mode and trying not to completely lose my mind and go crazy again. But I also have to believe that there is more to life than simply surviving and not going insane. There has to be more, because I need more. We all need more. Including my wife.
Still, I recognize that I can't maintain business as usual. Doing so has failed miserably in the past, and it clearly is not working now. Given a batting average of .000 then, how could I possibly believe that it will somehow magically work out in the future if I keep it up and continue the status quo??!
A friend of mine recently advised that if I do not act at some point, something will have to give soon, because this simply can't be sustained. I agree. Something will have to give, because I cannot sustain this. I just can't, and I know it.
My friend, having been there, done that, knows and understands the deal. She stated that it may be messy, it will not be easy, and that it will hurt much. But she also explained that once it's done, it will be behind me.
Of course, the wise woman that my friend is, she advised that if I do this, that I will thereafter open up an entirely new Pandora's Box of problems with the resolution of my current problems. The upside, though, will be that these new problems will be my problems, as opposed to other's problems. Regardless of however daunting or overwhelming these new problems may initially be, at the end of the day, they will be mine, as I will finally be me.
The thing about Pandora's Box, though, as my friend reminded me, is that it is not all bad. Granted, you gotta go through a lotta shit and dig down to the very bottom to get to the good part. But once you're at the bottom of the Box - there it is - hope. And if I am going to survive this and be me, I desperately need hope.
However, it all begins with facing my fear and making decisions. After all, there can be no hope if I fail in doing so. But goddamn this is hard!!!
Sigh.