DivorceI’m pretty sure I inherited my mother’s unfortunate miscommunication skills. For instance, she once said to me, “You know dear, if you put that thirty-seven cents you’re buying that soda with, toward your bills, eventually you could pay them off!” And I was unhappy and terrified of confrontations so most likely I had a part in the failure of my marriage. I don’t blame my being transgender, per se, but the shadows that go with it did not help. Subconsciously, I can see from now, that every time I had s*x, whether or not it was ‘good’, it had nothing to do with the real me, and was not appropriate for me at all.
I stayed at home with the children, writing when it was quiet and sewing and doing the housewifely stuff that I learned from the Housekeeping Tips book that I still have. The
