The Transition of My Husband: The True story of my Life with a Transgender
I stood on the stool, looking into the top cupboard of the wardrobe. I stared for about five minutes, and my mind didn't really understand what it was seeing. I had been foraging around for a pair of pajamas, as my partner was in hospital having a small operation, and I couldn't find any in the usual places, like the airing cupboard, or the wash basket. So, after shuffling through all the clothes and sheets, I suddenly remembered the small cupboard that he always seemed to be going to. It was too high for me, so i usually left it alone, as It didn't hold anything of interest to me. Or so I thought. after clambering on the bed, I decided that I wouldn't still be able to reach, so I got the stool. Opening the cupboard, I realised that there were lots of clothes inside, and, reaching in, I pulled them towards me,
To start with, I just found a pair of trousers and a shirt, but at the back, I could see something that did not look quite right. It was shiny and red, not something I would expect a man to wear. I did not know what it was, but the colour seemed strange to me, as my husband tended to wear black or dark blue.
I reached in, and grabbed the clothing, and a funny thing happened. As I slowly began to pull it towards me, I realised, with a shiver, that the world had started to tilt. I knew, I just knew, instinctively, that this item of clothing was going to change my perspective of my marriage, and my whole world. My heart started beating very quickly, and my hands became clammy. The material began to slip through my fingers, as though, somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice was shouting, NO, DON'T PICK IT UP. Put it back, go downstairs and make yourself a cup of coffee. Forget it. Hide, be normal, feel safe, don't let the world tilt sideways.
But I found that I couldn't let go of the cloth. My rational mind tried to overcome the clamouring, and I continued to pull it towards me. My legs started to feel like jelly, and my hands were shaking badly. I let go of the cupboard door and balanced on the stool. I began to breath again slowly, realising that I had been holding my breath. I closed my eyes, and shook the cloth out, so that I could see it. I opened my eyes and looked. There in my hands was a red slinky blouse. I knew it wasn't mine, as it wasn't the sort of thing that I would wear.
The stool started to tilt as I found myself fading, my head was floating as though someone had given me a drug, that made me float towards the stars.
He's having an affair!
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, oh my God........my legs began to shake uncontrollably, and somehow I managed to get down on to the floor and make my way across to the bed.
I can't remember how long I sat there. The room was spinning, my head felt light, and I felt sick to my stomach, sick in my head, and the words HE'S HAVING AN AFFAIR, HE'S CHEATING ON ME... went spinning around my head. I can't remember starting to cry, and was surprised when I realised that there were drops of water on my hands, on the cloth, on the bed. My heart was breaking, I felt it crack, slowly opening like a flower, and then wilting in pieces onto the floor.
It was 7.30 in the morning, my son was still in bed, and I had to get him to school. But I didn't know how. I didn't know anything.
Somehow, amongst the rubble of my heart, a feeling began to come back, and I pulled myself up, staggered to the cupboard, and climbed back up. A small voice in my brain said, WAIT, WAIT, maybe there is another explanation. Maybe you are making a mistake.
How can he be having an affair? He doesn't go anywhere, only fishing, and that’s with your best friends boyfriend, and her brother.
It can't be possible.
I started to breath again, calm down even. But then I looked in the cupboard once more. There were blouses, knickers, silk vest like clothes, not camisoles exactly but similar, less sexy but more practical.
I couldn't understand it. I was still shaking, and with these discoveries I began to fade again.
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My Life With A Transgender
My story has been a long hard journey. I was faced with a situation that I would never in my wildest dreams believed could happen to me. Why me? Out of all the millions of happy couples out there, why did I find and marry the one man in a thousand that would want to be a woman?
Was it something that I did? Wasn't I woman enough for him? All these thoughts cascaded through my mind, over and over. How would the world see us? How would my friends see me. I knew I was on trial and the people out there my jury. How I would react would define who I was.
There are many books out there that tell the story of the person who is having a gender crisis. But this is my story. The wife. The mother. From the first realisation and shock, to facing up to the bullying taunts of people shouting 'Freak, Freak' at me and my husband.
We see how I fell to pieces when I first found out the truth. And how I felt about my husband beginning to look and feel like a woman.
Read about how I faced the bullies and kicked ass! And then of course there was that night when I ended up on top of a caravan roof with a hot guy!
But the spookiest part was the Dream. Only it wasn't just a dream, it was a prophecy.
And if that wasn't enough we got thrust into the world of camera's and Magazines, and all this just because of the man I married.
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