I haven't been very active on this board in quite some time. I came out to my wife as trans in late February, and while she was accepting at first, things have steadily gone downhill ever since. We have talked about it a few times, but it always ended in an awkward silence. Well, this weekend at the camp was Halloween. The kids came around at around 5:30, and the adult party started around 8. Can anyone guess what I went as..?? I have full support from my wife to dress as I pleased for the party. She was not prepared for what she saw. She was not prepared at all to see Rebecca. She expected to see Richard dressed like a woman. What she got, was Rebecca in spades. While I was the most at peace that I have ever been ( I was dressed in front of others for the first time in my life ) she was visibly uncomfortable. So much so, that she had to leave and go back to the camper for the rest of the evening. The next morning after our daughter went next door for breakfast, we had a very emotional heart to heart. The happiness of my family is the most important thing in the world for me. I would gladly give my life to protect my family, and to see that they are happy. After seeing for the first time how happy I am when dressed, she now feels she is holding me back from being happy as the person I am. While I would never tell her that that is the case, she knows that I need to be Rebecca. I am walking a tightrope with no safety net, and the rope is shaking. We have built a comfortable life, and after growing up in a broken home, that is the last thing I want for my daughter. I am so torn between being who I need to be for my own sanity, and being who I need to be for my family, that I am mentally exhausted, and so close to the edge, that jumping seems to be fast becoming the best option. If I am gone, I am gone, and they will move on. To my twisted mind, that seems far better than watching me slip away into femininity. So tired.