Well, this came out of the blue..
I may not post here for a time while I get over this hurt.
I have been posting about a woman who made me so happy. That has come to an abrupt end.
It seems that I look and dress so much better than some women she knew but my masculinity was coming through too much. All those years playing the role conditioned into me will never leave no matter how much I try. This has now led me to an identity crisis which I shall try to work through with my psychologist.
This manifested itself in my doing things for her that another woman would not do. Things like opening a car door or allowing her through a door first.
All the little things that good men will do for a woman. Waiting to help with projects that she had only a little knowledge of. A table repair and polishing a brass light stand come to mind.
It never occurred to me that what I consider normal now I see through her eyes.
In wanting to know so much about her I kept asking questions that a woman might not ask. (I had a list ). We took turns with things like eye colour , music, foods and what makes you laugh just to name a few.
I tried so hard to please her not knowing that it was all wrong.
Probably the final straw was a breach of trust.
Yes I should have considered her feelings but at the time I was so full of euphoria that I had found someone who actually liked me and had approached me.
A person who I got on so well with who made me happy.
I told her about my online presence on CD.com and the blog I had written.
Nothing I said was personal to her other than her name and that is quite unique.
Apparently this is a male thing doing what I wanted to do without consultation.
Had her name been anything common it may not have mattered. Had I not been so open about everything she would never have known.
When I began my transition I made a promise to myself never ever to lie by omission and to be fully transparent. This has come back to bite me.
Couple all of the above that I am a hopeful romantic and I did think something could be built with her. She did not want a male partner just now but she did want a female friend . I thought I was the best of both worlds.
Her final words to me were ? when I decide to have a loving relationship. It will be with a man.?
Completely crushed I ended up in a really bad place which resulted in a visit to the emergency room .