Journal
June 6, 2020
Today, my spouse and I shopped online for skirts. I told her I’d buy her a skirt for our 8-year anniversary (which I had totally forgotten about until she reminded me). One would think it would be uncomfortable for me to help my husband (wasband?) pick out a skirt for her gradual transition into her fully authentic femme self, but it wasn’t. I actually found it fun to clothes shop with my best friend.
Yesterday, I had her try on some of my older smaller sized dresses so we could gauge her dress size. I taught her how pull the dress over her head instead of stepping into it like a pair of jeans. She has a lot to learn about being a woman.
I’m adjusting well, I think. I’m coming to terms with the fact my spouse is really a woman trapped in a man’s body.
She seems much happier as a woman. She’s more open, expansive. There’s a spark in her eyes. A bounce in her step.
Although she still walks like a man.
What does a man walk like?
What does it mean to walk like a woman?
I’ve always thought my next partner, if I had another partner, would be a woman. I’ve been saying I want a wife for 30 years now. I’ve even asked women friends to marry me. As a joke. Or a compliment. Or some weird expression of what I really truly desired.
Will I have that desire now?
The universe is a funny trickster. The universe’s tricks are why we say, “Be careful what you wish for.”
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