My ex was probably the most overtly masculine guy I'd ever been with, to be honest. He defo didn't act like a woman, and in fact would say misogynistic things sometimes, so no.
You know, even after all this time, even after my life has gotten so good and peaceful (which I certainly don't take for granted!) and I'm free legally and in every other way, the emotion that pops up for me, often totally uninvited, is the level of white-hot rage I have at being deceived in such a way.
Because, my ex knew about his tendencies before he married me. And then waited until I was good and stuck in the UK on a spousal visa, where the ending the marriage or even living separately might get me deported, before he decided to let me in on his little secret.
Then, he went full-bore pretty quickly, and his personality totally changed. Things he used to make fun of me for liking because they were so feminine, he suddenly liked. He was totally absent emotionally because he spent every minute he at work sat in front of the computer on message boards or watching trans Youtube docs or makeup tutorials. He dropped all his old hobbies, many of which we used to share. His sexual wants changed and he refused to be intimate unless it was the way he wanted, which, uh, I wasn't in to. In every way that mattered, I was functionally single for years before I realised it.
For me, that bombshell was no less a contract-rewriting, deal-breaking revelation than if he knew I wanted kids, and he married me before telling me he was sterile, or if he suddenly decided he was going to be a bigamist. I was completely blindsided. And to add insult to injury, it was like watching him and my dreams along with it die, be replaced by a cheating 'party girl', and be expected to celebrate it. There was only one person who got it, a woman who was dating a friend of his, who tried to give me support. But it could really only go so far because they all partied together. Of course, he tried to get me to hang out with his new friends (so that I'd have to accept it), but that ended pretty quickly because he wanted me to be 'happy' all the time when we went out, and it just made me cry. So I decided to be authentic; I went out one night with him in all black, and told a friend of his that I felt like I was in mourning and was really having a hard time with things, and that I felt like my husband had died. That messed with the story he was telling them about how his wife was supportive and totally fine with him being out every weekend (big fat liar alert!), so shockingly I was not invited back. He didn't really want me there anyway. I got in the way of his good time.
But, you know what pisses me off the most? He knew he was doing all this stuff, and what he wouldn't admit to me, but what I see very clearly in hindsight, was that he was keeping me around until he was ready to 'make the jump', feeding me a bunch of lies while he made his mind up about how far he wanted to go. He wanted to go out and have the excitement and attention etc, but then he wanted a little wifey to come home to so he, what, wouldn't have to sleep alone? Had someone to do his laundry? I was a security blanket, not a person. The trauma and complete destruction of trust those years inflicted on me - he could have cared less. That level of callousness and selfishness and COWARDICE, I didn't know someone was capable of those things. I can say that I've come out of it much more self-protective and savvy about who I give my time and attention to, but it's been a very hard life lesson!
I would apologise for these novel-length posts, but it's very difficult to talk about these things with others. It's like, with any other issue, if he'd been a gambler, or a drunk, or a porn addict, my old feminist community would be there for support. But if my ex had gender issues...it's like hearing about my experience creates so much cognitive dissonance with their narrative, they just ignore me or kind of imply I should probably keep my mouth shut. I feel betrayed by them as well. :( It's painful to remember these things, but it's so wonderful to meet people who've been through the same thing. Thank you all so much for telling your truth. xx