I’m one of the lucky ones who found my forever person. The person who makes me happy and treats me right. Ya, our relationship isn’t perfect but nobody’s is. As far as I’m concerned the grass isn’t greener on the other side it’s beautiful and luscious right here.
I’m happy with my choices. Ya, it would be easier for those around us if Jessica could stay James. But it isn’t right. She respects me and loves me for me and I respect her and love her for her. To be honest, our marriage is better now. We communicate better, we share our feeling more and we are more intimate than ever.
And it doesn’t matter if she does or doesn’t decide to have reassignment surgery. I didn’t marry him for his sperm or his genitals. I married him because we love each other, because he respects me, takes good care of me and we are happy together. None of that has changed for me or her. She didn’t magically turn into some horrible person just because she finally realized she was born into the wrong body. I look at her and am amazed at what a beautiful person she is and how blessed I am to be part of her/our journey together.
I realize that most people couldn’t handle living or being with someone that is transgender. Specially if they never knew there was the possibility of it. But I was lucky. I always knew that Jessica was there. So, unlike many marriages/relationships mine wasn’t based on a lie or omission.
I never settled for James and I’m not settling for Jessica. If this marriage wasn’t right for me I wouldn’t hesitate to leave it. I learned years ago, before I met James, that I’d rather be alone then be with the wrong person. Life is too
short to be miserable.
short to be miserable.
I am happy that the universe brought us together. Because at the end of the day all that matters is that we are happy and healthy. At the end of the day there is no place better for me than in the comforting arms of the person I love.