09.28.04
Honey, I love you and I have no problem introducing you to people as my girlfriend. I would have brought this up with you sooner, but you would have just said I'm being sensitive again.
You're everything I could want in a woman: smart, attractive, funny. There is just this one thing you do though and its just a slight little pet peeve. If it didn't happen so much I wouldn't feel inclined to bring it up. Yet after meeting my parents I think now it's finally reached the limit.
It is ok to tell people we're dating, hell I want you to, but not after you tell them you're a post-op transsexual.
Like when you met the people I work with. I know you already know Chuck because we were all on the same football team. Chuck on the other hand remembers when you were Steve the right tackle, not Steffani my girlfriend. It was awkward at work for a few days until they made it into a little joke; they call me the "transceiver" now.
I had been telling my parents about you for the last few weeks and my mother was very excited. She was so happy I had found a nice girl. My father said I was just the right age to start thinking about settling down. They took it far better than I thought they would have up until you showed my father the scars. They each responded in their own way as they always have. My mother started drinking again. My father wept.
It wasn't from happiness as you thought. No one is that happy-ever. As worst moments go, watching my father cry is only second to when you, after the throws of passion, asked if I remembered you being on the football team.
So honey from now on can we just not scare my family and friends without discussing it in advance? I don't
feel I'm being unfair or unreasonable.