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The other side of the story. My husband is transgender, but it did not start that way.
“One day, he was a man, husband, father, son and brother and the next, he was gay. In the end, he was a woman and a jerk. My husband is transgender, but it did not start that way.”
Today
Once, we were in love, young and happy with not much to call ours. We met in Blissville, a tiny speck on the map in the province of New Brunswick, from the 20th to the 22nd of May in 1995. I was there with my boyfriend I had at that time…a relationship that I could write a book just on it alone. But not today. Today, I am writing about my life with my Kev, the love of my life, so I thought that was going, going and gone.
I was in the military and was living on the base at the time. I was a single mom with my little girl that I loved more than anything in the world. I decided to take a skydiving course, and luckily that weekend it was very close to my house. I went and learned the basics; that is where I saw Kev for the first time, coming out of his military-looking tent. Yes, looking tent, as he was pretty far from where I was standing. I was standing in the open field and was camped in some trees on my right. I think he was wearing a red t-shirt…
