I'm in the middle of all of it.
I feel very betrayed by everything. He claims now that he knew from age 5. Ok, that's great. Then why, in the actual hell, did you pursue me? I was 1.5 years out of a very messy divorce from an abuser. Two sweet kids. The explanation I was given "I like to wear women's panties" well that was fine I don't care about that whatever. But what I didn't know was that it was a gateway drug for him.
We met online, I never saw the extent of his "collection". I had no idea it extended beyond some kinky bedroom fun. Which I was totally up for trying new things there. What I didn't know was that there would be a cycle that upped the anty every single time. Crossed every boundary we "agreed" on. Over and over, for 15 years. Two years ago I grabbed his laptop to print something before going to my son's birthday party- And there it was in black and white...typed by his hand. A months-long affair online with multiple people, photos, suicidal thoughts, how he felt about me, the kids, etc. Once I saw it...I was shocked- I knew things were busy we were apart some but had no idea the extent of it. We'd leave for work and school and he'd dress all day. Take photos, video and send them to these people, 100% of his emotional energy went to them. Then I had to go celebrate like my world hadn't just imploded, he stood behind me rubbing my back and I just wanted him to stay away from me. After all, I'd just read the words he wrote about how horrible I was for not letting him be "Her" and of course all his new friends and side pieces thought that it was just great how he was discovering this side. We've all heard it before. So later I confronted him about it. Of course "just friends" "you don't understand" etc. came out of his mouth. "I'll stop" "I love you" classic right? So after we'd been in bed together he immediately says to the one side piece- hit me up on snap chat. Like seriously? You're that disconnected? Or maybe I was just that gullible or wanted to believe it badly enough. That started a pretty steep downward trend. I asked for a break because of all the other lies this betrayal was the worst. and then the pandemic happened...and so not only did I not get a break but we were all in the house, all the time, together. He had no time for his "daily dressing" so instead, he turned his office into a haven, no one was permitted inside and he stayed in there except to get food. Literally all day and all night. He was in there doing whatever he wanted that made him "happy". There were entire days that he never even spoke to me. My son was moving and he offered to drive with him. That was in November. He hasn't been back to the house. He cut almost all communication. Then asks "if I'm happy" if I "want to work on us" I don't even know how to respond. I mean for the kids I don't want to put them thru a divorce. I don't want to sort all the financial stuff out, but he's escalated to going out as her, daily as her, got ears pierced, looking for new jobs as her. Spent hundreds of our joint funds on clothes and accessories and makeup. So while I was home holding our lives together with tape and string he was out living it up with this new lifestyle. All while accusing me of hiding money from him, and hating him. - Neither were true. When I asked if he was coming back it was the "accept me like this or nothing" ultimatum that knew would come eventually and the knowledge that he'd now pursue hormones. I don't want the collateral damage this is about to cause in our family, In our small conservative town where everyone knows everyone. If we just divorce and he stays away- everyone already thinks that he's unhappy because of ME. Not because of himself. So he'll get to continue to play the victim while I try and salvage the pieces that are left. If he comes home, comes out etc...the same will happen. Zero-sum game. I haven't told a soul. Zero support or sounding boards. But that's part of the game, isn't it? Isolation. Then I found trans-widows. It had a name. It was a thing. This grief over the loss of the man I married and had another child with, that adopted my biological kids, that was my best friend, lover, partner- it's real. Meanwhile, he's skipping down the street in his new high heels and I'm trying to put back the shards of my heart and process the grief. No one is sending cards or dropping casseroles with condolences. And I'm told I should celebrate something that I never asked for, or had informed consent over. He asked me during one heated argument "if you had known, would you have stayed with me?" and in honest anger, I said "NO, I'd have saved myself all the heartache." which was probably only partly true. I wanted my husband and loved him and all the memories we had together...but at least I'd have known that maybe he wasn't who he said he was...and there was more to the underwear after all.