Woman's BF comes out as transgender after 2 years of dating

4 June 2015 / 1 year 4 months ago

Cate Garry's boyfriend Robert confessed to her in a Facebook message that he identified as a woman, after they had been together for two years.

She revealed in an essay for XO Jane that, despite the initial shock, she and Robert, who now goes by the name Robin, are much happier together.

When I was younger, I used to tease my boyfriends with a game called, 'Would you still love me if…?'

I'd ask whether they'd still love me if I were ancient, if my body were covered in boils, or if I had any other quality that made me less sexually attractive. (It was a really dumb game.) My boyfriends would usually play along and say they'd love me no matter what—unless I asked this question: 'Would you still love me if I were a man?'

All joking would stop, and it would become abundantly clear that my gender would be a deal breaker for the relationship.

I didn't think that was strange at the time. This was before transgender people had much visibility, so the odds of someone being a different gender seemed about as high as the odds of someone being a unicorn. And even though I asked the question, I never really thought about how I'd react if my boyfriend turned out to be a woman…

…Until my boyfriend of two years, Robert, sent me this message on Facebook:

'Baby, I identify as a woman so much more than as a man. Everything makes sense now. I love you.'

I knew this wasn't a joke, and I certainly wasn't laughing. I was scared. I didn't want to lose what we had. Would Robert still want to be with me? Would I still want to be with Robert? I'd never consciously been in a relationship with a woman before. I loved Robert, but would that be enough?

After the initial shock wore off, I realized I wasn't surprised. You'd think it would be traumatic to find out that your boyfriend was a woman by Facebook message, and it was at first. But then something clicked. Of course Robert was a woman. And I was happy for her.

I decided to stay with Robin (the name she goes by now).

The answer is simple: in a way, Robin never hid who she was from me. She wasn't like the 'other' men I'd been with. She was sweet and vulnerable and free with her emotions. We would often joke that she was the stereotypical woman of the relationship.

She would tell me her problems, and when I immediately tried to solve them, we'd argue because she just wanted me to listen. She remembered our anniversary; I killed the June bugs in our apartment. She cooked and cleaned; I took her out to fancy dinners. I was the big spoon; she was the little.

None of this necessarily meant that Robin was a woman, of course. There are plenty of men who do laundry, and I identify as a woman even though I don't like The Notebook. But as far as our relationship went, it didn't change things that Robin was a woman.

She was still the person I loved, just with a new name, feminine pronouns, and a more colorful wardrobe. None of these were deal breakers. This was the relationship I'd signed on for, only with a different vocabulary and aesthetic.

In fact, if Robin hadn't come out as transgender, I'm not sure our relationship would have survived.

Before Robin came out, there was an elephant in the room that neither one of us wanted to acknowledge. Robin wasn't masculine. She had a baby face with big, round cheeks and soft lips. She loved Rilo Kiley and anything that was pink.

I didn't mind; in fact, her lack of masculinity was what attracted me to her. But she felt a lot of pressure to be masculine, and it almost destroyed us.

I thought she was adorable, but she hated it when I said so, because she'd always been told that women didn't want to be with adorable men; they wanted to be with masculine men, and she couldn't believe I wanted to be with a man who wasn't masculine.

No matter how many times I told her that I loved her, she couldn't let go of the insecurity. So whenever she asked me if I thought she was manly, I'd change the subject. I didn't want to insult her by telling her the truth.

Our relationship was rocky in the months before Robin came out. She was depressed and angry, but she wouldn't say why. We were fighting a lot. I thought she was pushing me away.

Then over the holidays, she decided to put on some nail polish. 'Decided' might be too soft a word; she was determined to do it. So we went to a CVS and bought a pink shade, and my sister-in-law applied it for her. It was the happiest Robin had been in a long time. I'd never seen her smile that wide. She left the polish on until just a few flakes remained. And then the sadness came back.

Several weeks later, she told me she was a woman. This was around Valentine's Day, so I bought her some proper nail lacquer from Butter London. I wanted to get her something that would make her smile for as long as possible.

Of everything I felt when Robin came out, the strongest was relief: relief that she had told me the truth, that she had found a way to be happy, and that we didn't have to pretend to be something we weren't anymore. I had no idea how heavy that burden was until it was no longer there.

Now I can tell her why I love her without hurting her, and we can be affectionate in public without shame.

Source: AsianTown

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