It was a trans widow or, more accurately, a trans ghost who peak-transed me.
We have a family friend who is MTF trans and extremely high profile in their industry. (I'm going to use they/their as I'm talking about before and after and I'm a bear of little brain and it's easier all round).
As a male on their rise up through the corporate world they posed in magazines with their wife and children and had puff piece written about their idillic life and careers. Very aspirational-lifestyle stuff. I took a vague interest as it was someone I knew reasonably well in my youth who was doing well for themselves and it felt like a million miles from my average (but happy!) lifestyle.
Things went silent for a while before the brave and stunning transformation and the new publicity that surrounded it. This was the first person that I knew personally that was trans and I was utterly perplexed at the adulation that surrounded the announcement and every subsequent time they were mentioned in the media. 'Oh well' I thought 'each to their own. As long as they aren't hurting anyone does it matter that they've changed name and clothing?'
However their wife and children have all but been erased. There is no mention of them in all of the 'trans role model' interviews and none in the 'women's ally' puff pieces.
Their digital footprint has gone. The 'dead name' has been removed from internet searches along with all of the old images both of this person as a man and with their family.
Now I don't know the wife or kids and I am totally projecting how I would feel but... bloody hell. If I were her and I had been used to further my husband's career by playing the trophy wife, only to be wiped away without a trace now that it is not convenient anymore, I don't think I would ever get over the betrayal. And that's on top dealing with it on a personal level in private. To mean so little to your former husband that all trace of your relationship is wiped out must be crushing.
I don't even know her name to look her up in her own right (because I only knew her as Mrs family-friend). That's why she is a trans-ghost rather than a trans-widow to me. I know she exists but I have no evidence of her.
If this sounds like you or someone you know, your story (or lack of it) inspired me to find out more about trans activism and brought me to the feminism boards. I'm in your debt.