Then there were 3..
I had a few to many glasses of wine a couple of weeks back and had a bit of a emotional break down.
My daughter who I didn't know had come home heard me and begged me to tell her what was wrong, I tried to hide it but She worked on me for an hour and I finally told her that I dressed and maybe was Transgender.
Not going into the details of the next few hours but She was amazing, I couldn't ask for more. I am so proud of her.
The next morning She came into my bedroom and laid beside me to let me know everything was ok.
Three days later I text her pics of myself dressed and told her if anything made her uncomfortable to tell me.
She came down to where I was sitting and said I looked "good" but it would take time to get used to. I was hoping She would say I looked "great". oh well, I will take what I can get
The 3 are my wife , therapist and now daughter.
She hasn't seen me in person yet, but that might change this weekend.
I moved all my clothes from my wife's side of the closet to mine.
Felt like enormous relief to do so.
My wife told me our daughter kind of scolded her for not telling her sooner, got to love her generation.
The thing that has changed is I don't feel the same sense of panic and rush to do anything other than enjoy myself and taking it as it comes.
If people find out, they find out, but I don't feel the need to tell anyone else.
Free at last