Well, it's not working out. I tried. For the past six weeks, I tried, I really, really tried. But it's not working out. This relationship is ending.
There are no villains in this particular story. No heroes, either. Just two hearts that have loved and lost. Though she tried--and valiantly so--to accept who I am, she cannot. And I cannot accept being in a relationship where my sexuality is an endless bone of contention between us.
Although she is not transphobic when it comes to her friends and acquaintances, gender variance is something she isn't prepared to accept in a partner. She's made that clear from day one (she's known about my CD'ing for about four years now).
Today, I will let her know that I prefer her as a friend. I've known her for ten years (and have been quite taken with her for almost as long) and never has she judged me as harshly in that span as she has in the past month or so. She basically admitted that she had hopes that this "thing" would go away once I was in a relationship with her. She knows little about the subject.
In all fairness to her, she did ask me to give her time, to be patient with her, and to give her information, too. But, you know, this sounds way too much like a scenario where a DH springs his CD'ing on his unsuspecting SO after twelve years of marriage. I long ago vowed to myself that I would never, ever put myself or my SO in that position. Life is too damned short.
So. We're now, after a mere five or six weeks, discussing irreconcilable differences. This never bodes well for a relationship, does it? As Terri (SO) was telling me last night, better for us to find out now that things aren't working out than in twelve years' time.
But I tried. I really did.
Love,
CJ
