the words that hurt the most

2012 when my wife found out about my crossdressing. Physical intamacy pattered off. At the time I was told that it was a fear that she might end up pregnant just as menopause was about due. As my wife has had a complicated (and sometimes life threatening) medical history I accepted this. I beleived this, this is my wife, were completely honest with each other as all married couples are 😉.

However in June 2022 I found a lump that was suddenly quite large (about 4cm!) That appeared out of no where.

Terrified I had missed a cancer at a treatable phase. I was distraught, not out of fear of death, but leaving my wife widowed with poor health, no income and few friends in the UK.

About a week and a half I had bottled this up until it was the day before my Drs appointment. I broke down and told her, because at this time I just needed comfort.

She didnt even look up from her phone and just told me i'd be fine.




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