It’s snowing in Allen Park, MI in November. Not a completely unheard of event, but it’s strange to see white powder on the ground while there are still some lingering dead-brown leaves on the trees. It was snowing seven years ago on this day, too, the day my older daughter Dawn was born. I remember […]
A year ago I wrote a post called “Why Every Crossdresser Must Tell His Wife The Truth.” It was my narrative of the day I came out, fully and completely, to my then-wife. [It was also, truth be told, the day that I first admitted to myself that I was probably more than just a […]
My ex-wife remarried yesterday. I’m happy for her, but I definitely have mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, she’s happy. She’s moving on. He’s a decent guy (kind of boring, really) and I have no problems trusting my kids with him. My ex is more financially stable now. She’s happy and she’s moving […]
I have been so distracted from blogging lately that I completely forgot to update you all on a major development in my life: as of December 4th, my divorce from my ex is final, legal, and settled. No further court appearances, no more paperwork, no more legal fees. Done, finished, finIto. I won’t recount the […]
Saturday turned out to be about the best day ever so far in my transition, and I have my ex to thank for it. One thing my ex and I always shared was a love of Christmas. We both really get into the season — decorations, cookies, gift giving, Christmas music, the works. One of […]
My ex and I were talking last night and it came out that she and her boyfriend had been taking about getting married. They’re not engaged yet — legally she’s still married to me, since the law in Michigan has the requirement that couples with children stay together for six months following the initial divorce […]
Amidst everything else going on in my life lately, the divorce proceedings plod on. My ex and I have strove to keep everything amicable, and apart from a few moments of rancor we’ve succeeded. By the time this is over we will likely remain friends, or at least friendly. Today we took was feels, for […]
At a recent group therapy session, one of the women suggested that my beard was a safety blanket of sorts– that as long as I had it, I could excuse why I hadn’t “taken the next step” in my transition. As it turned out, she was right.
Picking up the narrative from the asylum … When Robin picked me up from the mental hospital, I still was not sure where I would be sleeping that night. In my own home, in my own bed? In my own home, but on the couch? In another place entirely?
Saturday, Robin crushed my heart. Sunday, I thought for sure I was going to crush my mother’s heart. My parents were in town, and there in the mental hospital I was going to have the conversation I was hoping to have much later and under much better circumstances. It was time to start coming out.