So I’m in a relationship with a great guy. He’s non-binary/”in the middle” identified. We started talking around February and it got deep fast. I love the way he treats me – with respect, with humor, and with love. He has a voluptuous laugh. I love the way he holds me.
He started transitioning about a month ago. It was kind of a shock because he was just going in to check out the possibility and his doc, a gender specialist, asked him if he wanted to start that day. He was like, “Sure!” and totally excited. He got his first shot that day and called me / IM’d me on Facebook about it. I was suuuper excited but also a little scared.
Now it feels like we’re living on borrowed time. I don’t know if I’ll lose my attraction to him. I told him so a few weeks ago….it made him sad. He’s waiting for me to break things off with him or tell him the inconceivable. My bestie knows that he’s transitioning, as well as a friend who has a trans son, but other than that we’re waiting to tell my world until after he comes to visit in a couple of weeks (he’s in Montana, I’m in Cali) and lets people, namely my mom, get to know him as a person first.
I sometimes feel like I’m wasting his time. We had a heart to heart about him transitioning yesterday and he ended up with a huge, proud grin on his face after shaving off his blonde (he’s a brunette/bruuun 😉 so that was weird but whatever) hairlets for the first time since he started transitioning. They were long. He IM’d me last night with “goodnight my love” while I was waiting for the bottom to fall out.
What I really want to do is cry and tell my dad all about it. I love my guy, but I don’t know if it’s enough. He’s moving all the way from Montana to my town to be with me, and I keep telling myself that I’ll know more once he’s in town, that it’s just the strain of not being with each other that is implanting this doubt. But at the same time I know it’s deeper. I wonder if I’m going to have to break up with him. I feel sadness when I look at that picture.
At the same time, I’ve posted my Facebook photo as the pic we took together behind snowy trees from when I went to visit him in Montana in April. I want to live with him. I don’t know what to do. Continue as if everything is fine, wait til he comes to visit and see how I feel then, wait for the bottom to fall out? I hate making him feel like I’m gonna reject him as he transitions. This is usually a euphoric, jubilant time for him, and that’s as it should be.
I’ve ordered flowers and necklaces that are puzzle pieces (because that’s how I feel sometimes – that we’re each other’s matching puzzle pieces) that have our names and read “Boifriend” and “Boyfriend” respectively. The manager of the condo’s we’re staying in the night he flies in is going to “prepare the room” for us with these two mementos. I have this playlist in my head with Piano Dreamers playing one of our songs (Sara Barielles’ I choose You) on my bluetooth speaker, which I might pack with my luggage. Fuck, I’ve even bought flameless candles for our special night together. But now when I look at that pic of him, I wonder if it’s all too much. Will the memory of us together just hurt more if he breaks things off with me or if I break things off with him? I feel like I don’t want to put my feelings on hold because it might end up hurting him more. I don’t know what to do.
I had a dream about him last night. I was travelling to Yellowstone with my mom (which we’re gonna do) and the two of us were walking along a riverbank where there was a cut bank so that I couldn’t get there if I wanted to. He was happy and I was like, “Oh, there’s ____” and we smiled at each other and waved. Then we were walking along and there he was again, in an island thing made of sand in the middle of the river. Then I was in the middle of the river and he was the one looking from the riverbank, waving and smiling at me. Hmm. I guess it reflects that we’re both processing change and can’t seem to meet each other in the middle of it, yet or ever. I hope yet.