Living my dream has been great thus far. For a long time, I knew something wasn't correct with me. Growing up was tough for me, and I finally found it when I was five, knew I was born in the wrong gender. I always wanted to be like my mom and two younger sisters. I couldn't come out at the time, so I hid it. I felt it wasn't the right time, I didn't know what my parents would say if I did.
I continued to live my life as male and tried to fit in. I had good friends in my life. During my high school years, I did dress as female a few times, and I saw this was me. I thought I was a crossdresser and was not. I continued to hide everything, and it worked for the moment. I knew it would not work one day.
I was married and living the good life. My ex-wife and I were going at it in a discussion about me. She suspected something about me wasn't right. I lied, telling her nothing wrong with me. I was in denial after that, which would come back to bite me.
My family grew more concerned about me; I wasn't ready to come out. My friends were even concerned about me, too. My college years, I hid it more, suppressing the feelings, and pretending that I got over it. I knew it wasn't going to last; the feelings would come back eventually.
After college life and getting hired at a law firm, I thought I had the typical macho male life. I tried being one of the guys. It worked at first, and this was in 2001. Then in 2004, I met my ex wife Tina. She never suspected I was transgendered. I hid it from her even when we got married in 2007. After the first year of marriage, it was the same. I did crossdress secretly, and it included trying on her clothes. I was careful to put them back the way she originally had them.
Then in 2017, she had the suspicions about me, and we were at it a lot about it. It was finally resolved with us working things out. It came back up again in December 2017, and then I realized it had to happen; to come out and face the tons of guilt feelings from the past. I hurt inside and knew it wasn't going to be easy to come out.
There was a good thing to happen as I got in touch with the local LGBT support group in my area, which was the right thing to do before I came out. They were a great help in giving me great advice on what to do and what not to do. I even heard stories from other transgendered people, which gave me advice, too. So finally on January 1, 2018, I had the courage to come out to my family at the age 39. I did tear up and my family recognized the pain I'd been feeling for a long time. They accepted it, and they came on the support wagon for me. My ex wife and I separated, eventually divorcing.
It was in January of 2018 when I was diagnosed with gender dysphoria. I knew I needed to transition and began taking the steps in February of 2018. I had the FFS and breast augmentation in September. Life has been great including a that from a supportive boyfriend, Aaron, whom I met in March of this year.