Making My Confession

 ”Can we talk?” I asked my wife, Heather, on February 6, 2012, three days before her birthday. Maybe this wasn’t the best timing, but I couldn’t wait any longer. The pressure that had built up inside me for 31 years was about to burst. We lay down on our bed, Evelyn, our 3-year-old, napping in the other room, and looking into my wife’s beautiful brown eyes, I made my confession: “I’m a transsexual.” I buried my head into her chest and explained that this was something I’d been struggling with all my life. I wasn’t sure how Heather would take it. She said something like “That’s all you were going to tell me?” She later told me she thought I was going to say I had cheated on her or wanted a divorce—which she said would have been worse for her. She told me at that moment—and kept telling me—that she wasn’t going anywhere.

- Laura Jane Grace (Tom Gabel)

(I really like this little paragraph. I think people hound their partners for not “being the person they fell in love with”, without trying to understand that people grow and change. This relationship inspires me to be more loyal and understanding of the people I love and especially my husband who has been with me through everything.)

What’s unconditional love again?

I can’t say I disagree with you there. I went on a YouTube journey this morning (when i should have been working, world’s worst legal secretary) of the very last phone calls people made from the world trade towers before they collapsed on 9/11. It certainly put into perspective what really matters in this life. I know exactly who I would call if I had just minutes to live. But while I appreciate the compliment, I have many faults and I owe it to this man to stand by and hold his hand even when it doesn’t always make me feel 100%. That’s what loyalty is. Thank you though :-) you are beautiful.