my first good cry

[sistawendy]

Exceedingly alert, longtime readers may remember that Nibs and I used to exchange cards on, nominally, the third of every month because we were married on the third. I had forgotten I saved years' worth of these cards from Nibs, which stopped coming when I told Nibs I wanted to transition. She asked me to pick them up today; I was at the Abbey for a nearby PTA meeting (about which more anon). I got the cards home, started reading, and slowly but thoroughly melted down. Oh yeah, last night was shot night. I called Nibs, who said, "I don't want to cry before bed."
"Too late for me," I said through sniffles.
"Don't be such a girl."
"I can't help it."
Nyuk nyuk nyuk!

Anybody on either side of the family who says Nibs & I didn't or don't have feelings for each other can suck it.

---

And at the PTA meeting, I volunteered to organize guest speakers & activities during parent-teacher conference week. I was the only one from last year who would touch it, and it's a hard job for a noob. The trouble is, this will bring me to the school post-Full Time, and I haven't cleared that with my son yet.

---

More hormone fun: the itches in my boobs are moving away from the nipples. This makes sense to me because they're currently a little conical; the itching must be caused by growth.

Comments

[schmi.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. *hugs* :(

[javagoth.livejournal.com]

{{{{{{{{{ Hugs }}}}}}}}}}}

[staxxy.livejournal.com]

congratulations on your First Big Cry. :)

and hurrah for good memories, even if they are really bittersweet.

[mamishka.livejournal.com]

I have to say that this post is interesting. Until I read this, I honestly didn't think there was much love or affection between you two. I can't recall ever hearing anything about your relationship that wasn't stressful or unhappy or downright awful. Nothing that ever indicated to me that there was affection extended toward you or that you were doing anything more than just being a very committed husband and father. Even the nickname of Nibs came across as a negative one rather than an affectionate.

So if people think there isn't/wasn't much affection, maybe there's a reason for that? Just something to think about.

The story was both sad and sweet. Thanks for sharing. :)