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... this rather startling revelation, he just clasped my hand and, thereby, revealed though his tender touch the deep care and love he had for me. Suddenly I realised what I had said and looked at him with a look of abject horror on my face. He was smiling at me, let go of my hand and held his arms wide apart beckoning for me to let him hug me. I fell into his arms sobbing. I was so lucky to have him!

I wondered if he had worked it out some time ago, but I knew that probably wasn't true. He was just a true liberal and the most genuine loving person you could ever imagine. He loved me, not who he might have thought I was. He was someone who saw people for who they were, not, for any label that might be attached to them. He would have loved me if I had suddenly turned green and started talking in Martian.

Neither of us ever acknowledged that anything had changed between us, because despite this grand revelation, nothing had. In terms of how well we got on, it was now even better as there was one subtle but important difference. We could talk about the challenges of my unique gender openly during our discussions whenever we felt it was relevant. He made me feel extraordinarily special and lovely and I genuinely felt his feelings for me were even stronger. It was such a big part of my healing process, Ronnie knowing and being so blasé about it.

Eventually he helped me understand my dad. He told me about his life, good times and bad. He explained how some men just cannot ...

... deal with what is expected from them, and how they can resort to anger, drink or worse. He showed me that as much as we might want to help people, some people simply can't be helped, it is just too painful to accept that you have failed. I thought back to when I had been bullied, but felt I had to be strong and understood what he was telling me completely. And then, one day, as we were talking about how hard it is for people to change, it hit me. My dad was who he was. I could never have changed him and I should not judge him, because his harshest judge was himself. We have to love people for who they are, for their moments of goodness, not regret that they were never who we wanted them to be. We must sympathise with their inner turmoil, feel their pain, yet understand that we cannot fix it.

I was beginning to feel so much better, but there was still the regret that he never knew Cristina. Ronnie finally convinced me that my Dad had always known Cristina. When we are babies, we are not gender labelled. He brought back memories like the time I had asked for a nurses outfit and stethoscope when all my friends wanted guns. The special love I had for our cat. The time I played an angel in the nativity play and loved wearing a nightdress and wings. Feminine traits that had always been there and my Dad had accepted. If I had been able to spend enough time with my dad, he would have loved me as his daughter, just as my Mom had. The following morning I overslept and felt so fresh and ...