Divorced counts as dumped, in probably its harshest form. Yes, I was dumped. My wife had, to her credit, tried to accommodate the changes I was putting us both through. I wanted her to embrace and enjoy the girl side of me. She could not. I don’t blame her (at least not very much) for not being able to accept this part of me, and I understand how drastically different she viewed me as a male.
How did I get on after that? Not well. I tried to shed this part of myself. I worked hard at convincing myself that it was basically a compulsive behavior that I could rid myself of in time. Then, call it back sliding or simply acknowledging reality, I found myself back to where I am now, a part-timer, dressing when circumstances permit and hiding it from most family and friends.
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