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... another emotion that this brought to the fore. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about the old me, the eminently forgettable me, who is apparently living in Europe and, as Mom tells people, never gets in touch. I overheard an acquaintance say to her one day that she felt sorry for her, and that I must have taken after my dad and she shouldn't blame herself. That really hurt on three very deep levels. Firstly my dad had not been all bad, secondly, neither was I, but lastly, and most importantly, I did not want my Mom having to put up with people piling shit like that on her.

After everything she had done and sacrificed for me, I wanted her to be able to talk about how successful her little boy was and what an amazing mom she had been helping him fulfil his dream and become this beautiful and successful woman. We had a long tearful talk about the whole thing that lasted long into the night. It was the first time we had ever really openly talked about these two subjects so analytically, my dad and my transition. Mom was adamant that we leave things just as they were. People are full of prejudice and the fewer that knew, the better, she kept repeating. She was happier than she could ever have imagined with her life and didn't care one iota what other people thought.

I was completely overwhelmed by it all, as if a tornado had swept right through the middle of my life and torn everything asunder. My mind was like a raging maelstrom of competing irrational thoughts. I could ...

... not think and I was so glad to be surrounded by three strong caring women who loved me, and could think for me, but although they helped, I needed something more to really heal the hurt.

Unexpectedly it was Ronnie who really helped me get over it. I had felt guilty at the funeral when I thought about him and how I considered him to be the father I never had. Now thoughts of how dreadfully unfair I had been to my real dad were just impossible to deal with. Ronnie was so sympathetic to the situation and how upsetting it was for both Mom and I. He knew we were still a little unsure of developing the ranch and he said we should delay things for six months so we could all discuss it a bit more. I was trying to be very business-like, but he could tell that my mind was in a dark place and he made sure he saw me a lot, not to talk about the ranch, but to talk about my feelings. He patiently encouraged me to open up to him. I suppose he was the only older straight male role model I had, and I welcomed the way he wanted to help and was prepared to listen to my neuroses.

The first time I really opened up, things just cascaded from my lips like an emotional torrent of self-pity. I told him of the picture of me as a little boy and my reflection in the mirror. It still haunted my dreams. I was so wrapped up in my own drama, that it did not occur to me that he had no idea I was transgender or, at least, that I had never told him I was. He did not reveal any overt surprise on hearing ...