…I left San Diego.
My daughter Aimee and I got into my red Explorer with my two puppies, Cash & Lilo, and headed east, bound for Orlando.
Ironically, 15 years before, to the day again, I arrived in San Diego from Orlando, believing I would be with my Zack forevermore.
So many changes.
(The litany of changes are playing in my head: gastric bypass, fires, coccidiomycosis, buying a business, losing a business, having lots of money, having very little money, getting a dog, the dog dying, kids moving in, kids moving out, getting more dogs, getting fat again, midwifery in El Paso, studying midwifery, getting licensed, being ostracized, opiate addiction, mental illness struggles… and then Zack coming out trans.)
Zack coming out trans.
Zack Coming Out Trans
I know I wasn’t, but it felt like I was the only partner who struggled with the transition of a loved one. I mean, I wanted him to be authentic, wanted him to be happy… but what about me? (That sounds so selfish! And it was/is. I have had to come to terms with that, but clearly still feel guilty.)
There were two options when Zack came out:
- He comes out, transitions medically and surgically and is happy as a clam.
- He comes out and stays in the body he hated and possibly commits suicide.
The real life options for my response to his choices above, to his coming out were:
- I miss his female body terribly, try to be happy for him, but struggle for years to find balance and mental stability.
- Breathe easy that he doesn’t transition physically, being as selfish as can be that my life won’t be changing very much at all.
Of course, we know he medically and surgically transitioned, I freaked out and we physically parted 2-years ago today.
We had emotionally parted several years before, probably in the exact moment he came out.
A non-drinker, the first 3 days after he came out, I got very, very drunk and then we had sex. We did recognize my actions finally and I immediately stopped drinking, but sex became painfully challenging. Whereas we had always had an amazing, physically fulfilling sex life (pheromones!) before his transition, after, to me, if felt like we were strangers in a completely unemotional, clumsy struggle to connect.
This, the first of sure to be a dozen or so posts of my processing Zack’s transition, took 2 days to eek out. My heart hurts, it’s hard to breathe and the tears won’t abate.
I will keep writing anyway.
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My heart goes out to you.
………..and to Zack
I think it’s wonderful watching you process this emotionally challenging time in your life. Thank you for sharing it and showing such strength in moments that seem unbearable to move through. You have survived and you have grown so much in the past 2 years.
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