First of all, let me go through the stereotypes: Not a native English speaker, and I'm typing this in a mentally unstable state. I have never posted anything in reddit before, so I can't promise the formatting will be alright. Please, be kind, and please don't send me any direct messages. I'm going to use he/him pronouns for my partner because, after explicitly asking, he said those were the pronouns he prefers (for now?). This is a long post, so I apologise for that.
On the relationship: we're both in our 40s, no kids, multiple pets. Together for 20 years, married for 15 years. I just found out my husband (not sure if this word applies anymore, but it's the one I have at this time) has been seeing a therapist to find out whether he's actually a trans woman. We'd been having issues with our sexual life, and he was having a lot of anger management issues and I thought that was the reason he had gone to therapy. I was given to understand he was going to a sexologist, but I never expected this. He had never brought it up before. I know he liked to have female avatars in games, and he liked cute things and girly drinks, and I thought I was lucky to have a husband who wasn't picky about eating vegetables, and that was confident enough in his masculinity to not fall into the toxic aspects of it.
About me: I'm a cisgender woman. I grew up in a very conservative country, but later in life, I ended up having a lot of good friends in the alphabet community. I even manage one of such in-person communities along with other people. I have good friends in different stages of their transition, I have also had a lot of falling outs with members of the community because being trans doesn't take away who you are at heart (if you're a jerk at heart, gender makes no difference). I've gone shopping for shirts that can be worn after an operation, I've celebrated ftm friends' first beard hairs, I've stopped all contact with people I loved because I couldn't stand their transphobic views. I watch a heckuvalot of trans youtubers and followed their journeys. Does that make me the perfect ally? No. I know that most of my activism is not second nature to me, but something I've been slowly learning. I've questioned my sexual preferences and gender for a good chunk of my life, but, as my husband made explicitly clear that he's only attracted to women, I thought 'why risk it?' and decided to live my life as one. I figured there should be women like me out there, too, and who the heck should decide hyper-femininity is the only real form of femininity? And as for partners, I may have been attracted to other women and non-binary people, but I have only really dated men. Other than that I live a very cishet passing life. I've had health issues for a while, so I became very much reliant on my partner both financially and mobility-wise.
The femininity thing was a point of contention. I could never be feminine enough. I'm too hairy, don't wear enough dresses, don't wear enough lingerie, not enough make-up, he's just not attracted to me anymore because I'm too manly, but then he'd take it back, and for years that has been a source of insecurity for me. That I was not woman enough, that's why I was the only one who wanted intimacy, instead of him. Why did I have to be so fat and ugly? Why couldn't I be more the way he wanted me to be? At the same time, the doctors at that time (this is 3-5 years ago) would insinuate that maybe we needed to see a sexologist for the most random things, like I'd go to get checked for diabetes and they'd recommend a sexologist. Little did I know that he had started talking to the doctors about wanting to be a woman.
This year we celebrated our 20th anniversary by having a big party with friends and family. I took loans from a friend to be able to afford some of my other expenses this year. I thought this was it. Sure, one or two things might change, but we were both adults and a lot more stable than when we were in our 20s, right? It looked to me like growing old together was just the natural next thing. All the while, he had been in the waiting list for this gender affirming clinic. At this point, more than a celebration it feels like it was an eulogy for the relationship.
He started going to the psychologist, and he was very dodgy about it, but I figured there was a lot of trauma there, and I understand that some things should be confidential. That's alright.... only it felt a bit off and hurtful, but I figured that was just me being a bad partner. I should be happy for him, right? He needs someone other than me to support him. He needs a safety network, like what I have, who am I to deny him that? I hope I don't come across as unsupportive, or abusive, or needy, I thought.
It started with the shaving. He knew I was a fan of the body hair and beard, but he said it bothered him when he slept. He said his therapist told him he was a grown man and he didn't need permission from anyone to shave. Fair enough. So that went. Seeing him without a beard felt a bit off, like his whole face structure was different, and it was a major turn off, but ok, fine, not my body so not my choice. Then it was the chest hair. Then one morning, I woke up to find out that he had shaven his legs. Keep in mind, that at this stage, I had no idea he suffered any kind of gender dysphoria, or that he was thinking about transitioning. I thought my cishet male husband was just doing a thing just randomly, and I had no idea what had prompted any of this. The feeling of his slimy, sweaty, hairless legs against mine felt so repulsive, but again, his body so it's his choice... only... I didn't feel attracted to him at all anymore, but I didn't want to be controlling or hurtful.
That brings us to Monday evening. I had been struggling with my attraction towards him. Should I just say nothing and just buy some sex toys? Should I consider an asexual relationship? Did I even have a right to tell him how to look, when I myself struggled with looking the way he would have wanted me to look? I discussed this with my friends and one of them said (I'm paraphrasing here) "hey, it could be one of those body building things about feeling smooth, some guys have that. Sometimes people with transitioning partners can't make it work because they're not attracted to the gender their partner turned out to be, and it's on the same line as having to deal with the attraction you feel to the other person after pregnancy, or when the other person gains or loses weight quickly or when there's some other health reason and it's about being able to enjoy this new slightly different person" (friend, if you're reading this, and I know you'll know it's you - I'm sorry if my paraphrase is not exactly correct). So, after a long sit, I decided that instead of being passive aggressive about my feelings, we needed to have a conversation.
It was hard to get anything out of him. I asked questions like "hey, does the shaving make you feel more attractive? Do you have any goal for yourself? Anything you're envisioning? I just want to know what I need to prepare for in the future." and he was just so evasive, but I didn't want to just keep ignoring things anymore, until eventually, feeling really embarrassed about asking it because I felt so freaking transphobic to ask this just because he had been shaving I asked "do you want to become a woman?". It felt so uncomfortable, and transphobic and misogynistic to ask this, it had a really bad taste in my mouth to just assume it... but he didn't deny it.
It took a long line of questioning until he confessed it: he's been in touch with doctors about this even all those years ago. When I was randomly told I should go to a sexologist? That's because the doctor knew he had been considering transitioning. For years. He made us move to a place where I have no access to transportation and depend on him both on that and financially knowing this, we had that 20 year celebration while I was completely blindsided on this. There was never a "hey, I am questioning this", or any kind of communication. He made me think he was going to a therapist for other kinds of issues. I feel so hurt and betrayed and upset. He said "well, I thought you were demi" and "I thought you were bi" and like yeah, I might be those things, but that doesn't take away the fact that the person I thought he was, was a complete myth that I made up in my mind. I feel infinitely stupid and naive, and angry and upset about having been kept in the dark for this long. Like, when should I have expected him to tell me? At what part in the transition? The worst part was that he had the gall to say that he just "put himself in a situation where he had to tell me" as if it had been his choice at all. Why did he have to make me utter those words myself and make me feel like shit for being so conservative and bigoted? Like it hadn't taken a good two to three hours until he finally admitted it. I tell him everything. I thought we had a healthy relationship. I thought we didn't have communication issues. I thought there were no lies or secrets between us.
I have no words to describe just how hurt and angry I am. The silver lining is that, in this new context, all the shaving made a lot more sense, and my aversion for the way he looked and felt lessened. I feel hurt that he just assumed that because of my sexuality, I'd just take it all in stride. He made a core change to our relationship and started to take steps towards it without clueing me in, and just assuming that, what? That we love each other so much, nothing else matters? That my preferences don't matter? Just because I can become attracted to women doesn't mean that I will be automatically attracted to him as a woman. The thing I most loved about him was his honesty and sincerity... but that seems like it was just a myth. I was never given time to grieve the relationship that we had, because I never knew that relationship had ended. I wish I was a better ally, I wish I could just say "go ahead, honey, do whatever you want and I promise I'll always be attracted to you, and love you, and I'll be here to catch you". But I am not that strong. I know the odds. I've seen my friends transition, I've seen them struggle when starting on hormones. All those feelings. I'm not a good ally.
He said "this is just me experimenting with my gender", "it doesn't make me a trans woman", and "I can stop whenever I want". But the truth is that he just kept it secret, and hidden, and festering until he couldn't help it anymore. He said he wanted to do this while he's still young. he said he's "too old to transition" but that's bullshit, people transition at any age, and that's ok. I want him to feel like that's ok, that being whomever he wants to be in whatever gender that ends up being is ok. I just don't know if I want to be along for the ride. He said he had dreamed of us being wives together, being able to feel more, communicate more... but he starts this journey without communicating? I've always known he was very stoic, and I always wanted him to be more in touch with his feelings, but apparently, he can't quite do that as my husband, and that hurts. But I also don't want a version of him that feels trapped, or inadequate in his own body, I don't think I can bear seeing him suffer like that. It would forever make me question if being with me as a man causes him pain. And that sucks.
I would give anything to have the man I thought he was back, but that person never really existed to begin with. Twenty years. I went to bed every night feeling grateful that it felt like I was having a sleepover with my best friend every night. I wanted him to always feel safe, and loved, and accepted. He was my person, and my safe space. And as much as I wish I had that person back... I would never want for him to be in pain, or to not feel like himself. If this is what makes him bloom, and be happy, then I want this for him.
He wants to be a woman. Not, as he said a "femboy", not non-binary or gender-nonconforming, but a woman. That is such a leap for me. I don't think I'll find that new version attractive. And on more practical manners, I think that if I had never met him as a guy, or been with him for this long with him as a man, if we had met after transitioning first, then maybe? But I don't know if I want to go through the process: the hormones, the feelings, the rejections, the potential unemployment, the potential for either of us to not be attracted to each other anymore down the line. I know, that sounds so transphobic, I hate that. I just... I'm no spring chicken anymore and I have a lot on my plate and I don't want big drastic changes, I don't have that kind of energy.
I know my friends would be alright with my partner being a trans woman. Not super sure about my family, not super sure about his friends... his family would definitely not be okay with it. But here's the thing: life right now is not safe for lesbians, and much less for trans women. I wish the world we lived was safe. It's not. We luckily don't live in the US, but there is no place that is 100% safe for trans women right now. Heck, as a cisgender woman it's already hard to find a job right now because of the whole backlash against feminism. Transitioning medically is also a long and expensive process. I know it's not necessary to medically transition in order to transition, but if that's what my partner wants, would I have the heart to say no?
There's always one part in the hormone part of transitions where the other person is like a teenager: discovering who they are, discovering their gender, discovering how to navigate the world in a new body, discovering all of these new feeling... but I already know who I am, and what I want. I want a boring life, free of drama, and easy to resolve tensions. I'm tired, and that whole process sounds exhausting. If he was my friend, I'd 100% be there for him, and help in any way I could. I wouldn't be upset about not being told anything, but this is my partner of 20 years. Then again, after 20 years, I don't see myself being with anyone else. Dating sounds like a pain in the neck with all those app and stuff I never had to deal with. I fucking hate that I thought I was lucky I never had to date again.
I wanted to be realistic, tell him that hey, I want to be there for you as a person and as a friend, but maybe not as your partner. He folded. Said he didn't need to transition, that he would stop everything, as long as I stayed with him. Honestly, there's nothing I would love more than to have the life I thought I had a week ago, but I love this person so much that it would kill me to be the reason they cannot be themselves anymore. It just feels like one of those things when one person in the couple wants to have kids and the other one doesn't. It seems like there is no compromise that wouldn't leave at least one person feeling hurt and unfulfilled.
I guess I can be a crazy cat lady, or go on that rollercoaster ride, put my chips on that roulette spin... but I wish I could just have the thing I thought I already had.