My braces are too tight to eat and the Brace Face is in full force this morning.
Not to mention my coffee is weak.
My love gave me $40 allowance, because I haven't received a penny in 5 weeks.
I thought of finding out the woman's name who hit me almost 3 years ago and asking her if she could spare a little.
Today I'm not feeling very forgiving.
Papi has a ton of new 'friends' on Facebook. The majority of the 'new' friends are transgender.
Makes sense. People like people that they can relate to.
Well, yesterday, one of these 'new friends' posted on their status about how the partner in the relationship should keep their mouths shut about how hard it is to see their partner go through a male transformation.
This person's words were something like, "To all you people who are having a hard time with your partners transition, get over it or leave. It's not about you, it's about the person who's transitioning."
Papi and I were pretty sure that was this weasel's response to my blog.
go ahead and hate me, i don't really give a fuck, but thank you for the page hit.
Good thing I'm in a malicious mood today, or that might've hurt my feelings.
Instead of being hurt, I'd like to say fuck you.
You're young and have absolutely no idea what it's like to find your soul mate who is the perfect butch, fall in love, marry them and then find out 4 months later that your butch is being replace with a balding, pot bellied, hairy, middle aged man.
When you're in a marriage, it's about both parties. You don't get to be selfish and say, "It's all about me."
Well, you could do that, but you'd find out pretty quickly that your marriage is ending and you're left alone.
I'm pretty sure you must be single and bitter, and this is the reason for the pungent taste in your mouth after reading my blog.
I didn't leave my soul mate because he's changing genders.
No, I had to grieve because she was leaving.
The person I married is dying, and I'll now be married to a different body.
So, no. It is not all about you.
In a relationship, there are 2 people.
One day, you'll grow up and find out what that means, and you can let go of your self-righteousness.
I'm grateful that I've had 10 months to work out my grieving and find strength.
Those words that you spoke are the very words I was afraid people would say when I was first hit with the bomb.
They are hurtful.
However, I'm feeling pretty fucking feisty after finding out what the root of my fear about in this transition, and I'm not hurt.
I'm fucking pissed.
You are the very people that we as partners are afraid of and the reason I started this blog in the first place.
Others out there are having difficulty with this, and they're afraid to speak out, lest you say those acrid words and make us feel bad for having natural feelings.
Papi 'unfriended' this immature person, but there are more out there.
We find this defensive attitude everywhere.
How about you remember that we're all in this together?
And again, fuck you.