I'm pretty sure if I was asked this question by anyone a year and 2 months ago, I would not have had the same reaction as I did today.
"Yes," I said, with a smile of honesty and comfort.
I suppose it's true.
Everything happens for a reason.
Timing of life sometimes, is so inconceivably intricate.
My love needed to make this change in his life. He did it when the time was right for him.
Of course, through my wallowing about it all, I would never say there could be a 'right' time for that one.
It's a bit like the ripping of a bandaid.
Just gotta do it.
Did it.
Done.
I felt that the ability to answer 'yes' with such grace came, because I've had that 'year' to think it over.
I know how much I love Papi. I'm proud of mi esposo.
I'm proud to be in love with Papi.
This was the moment I was too afraid to think could ever come.
I'm able to defend my love.
I didn't think I'd ever get here. I was too busy defending myself.
Somewhere along the line, my defence has switched to having been in favour of Papi.
So, yes, my spouse is transgender.
Yes, I can answer that with love and acceptance.
Yes, I can safely say that when Papi decided to make his transition, that it indeed was the 'right' time.
That smile I had while saying, "Yes," felt better than anything I've felt throughout this whole journey.
Yes.
i have abundant faith in my ability to succeed
