by thenewgreen

I’ve never questioned my sexuality, my desire to be with a man. Still, when I first encountered the person who would become my husband, he was wearing makeup and a purple dress. We met at a gathering hosted by a mutual friend, a psychotherapist and expert on transgenderism. David, the man in the dress, was a 38-year-old surgeon and a cross-dresser. He — she in that moment — was intriguing. I saw beyond the external and was drawn in by David’s essence — his courage, his honesty, his authenticity. We’ve now been married for 23 years and I’m still in love. But since David became Deborah full-time three years ago, I’m now in love with her. As my husband became a woman, I endured a transition of my own.