Remember when the Guardian used to run articles like this:
www.theguardian.com/society/2012/nov/02/my-husbands-sex-change
Some excerpts:
Yet Tom was interested in my relationships with other women. Too interested. Whenever I began a friendship, he would edge suffocatingly close. One time he called a new friend in secret to ask for babysitter recommendations so he could take me out for my birthday. After that, he often found some pretext – it always felt like a pretext – of doing something nice, and got his hands on a friend's phone number, calling for advice or information and asking her for secrecy. It felt creepy every time.
And
For his part, Tom's perspective was that if I loved him, I would accept that a transsexual has to do what a transsexual has to do – and sacrifice my own identity accordingly. When he wasn't telling me that the person I thought I had known had never existed at all, he'd say it was a sign of my limitations that I couldn't grasp the idea of same person, different package.
Then:
" What if you knew that doing this would destroy one or all of the children?" I asked him. Ice cold, the man I had once thought a wonderful father replied, "I would do it anyway."
So many more parts to quote, but I'd be here all day. It's really worth a read.
The Guardian would never publish something this good, and honest, anymore.