She found me in a political chat room where I spent half my life calling Republicans ugly names. She taught me a lot about transexuals, and I taught her a lot about how non-transexuals sometimes feel about transexuals. She sent me photos of her dressed up. She told me how much she suffered. She told me how angry she was that she hadn't started this young so she could look more like a woman. She told me how her ex-wife (his ex-wife?) had suffered because he came out and told her the truth, that he didn't want to be living life as a man anymore.
My feelings were that if a man had married me, proclaimed his love for me, told me beautiful things, and nurtured my love, I would feel incredibly deceived to suddenly find out that his feelings all that time were that he was female, and that he'd been pretending with me. I would feel the same if it were a gay man who married me knowing he was gay. It's marriage under false pretenses. Deception of my emotions, my soul, my heart.
I understand now that it is real, the feeling of being transexual, but it sure isn't easy for everyone around to acclimate to the sudden, dramatic, complete change. It means all of them have to change the way they deal with the person, the way they view the person, in short, every single thing.
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