Memoirs of an ftm partner
It breaks my heart knowing how uncomfortable you are in your own skin.
It breaks my heart knowing that I have to TELL you to take your binder off at night after you have been in it for almost 12 hours because you want to be as flat as possible.
It breaks my heart seeing how much you shy away after I tell you to take your bra off after that because your chest needs a rest.
It breaks my heart every time I see you flinch when somebody calls you by your given name or uses the wrong pronouns.
It breaks my heart seeing the pain in your eyes when we talk about your family. I fucking hate them for abandoning you.
It breaks my heart to see the anxiety you go through when we see people after months have passed and you’re worried about what they’ll think of you.
But the little cracks my heart suffers are so quickly repaired by the good moments..
It makes my heart happy when people quickly identify you as a man.
It makes my heart happy when people tell me “your daughter looks like her daddy!”
It made my heart so happy seeing your face light up when my family addressed you as Ty for the first time today.
It makes my heart happy to see the positive emotional changes in you.. Finally becoming who you are.
It makes my heart smile to see your true smile because baby, it’s finally lighting up rooms again.
It makes my heart soar when people ask me if you are my husband.. Not yet.. But you will be.
My husband.
Because you are a man.
My man.
My love.
Oh my love.. You are the other half of my heart ❤