I'm Home.

I've been on a journey of discovery, pain, love, and hope these last few weeks. I shared some of it, with some of you. You see, my mom remembered my telling her I'd been abused.

I've also spent the last week+ on the road, with my wife DJ most of the time, with one of my sisters and her spouse part of the time, and running down the corridors of my mind whenever I allowed my self to think.

Last week, I spent half of it at a conference - and yes, it was Beth who was there. DJ spent the time in a resort, resting (did you know being the spouse of someone with GID can really be tiring?). While at the conference, I spent the time with one of my sisters. It was a good time; filled with interesting activities (did you know you don't have to buy the clothes before you try them on??), and some self discovery.

Then there was the drive home. Six hundred miles of enforced reflection with the woman I've chosen to spend my life with. About half way, the conversation turned to gender, and choices. We agree on so many things, but living as a lesbian couple is not one of them. Living together as a loving couple will be enough for me - as long as DJ is there.

Two hours from home I received an urgent call from my mother. A cousin of mine had a stroke. We drove to the hospital, hoping and yes, praying, that my cousin would be well. At the hospital we found that reports were somewhat exaggerated, that my cousin will recover.

We spent a little time, at least in cosmic terms, with my cousin and his wife.

Finally, a bit over an hour ago we finished our trip. I'm still traipsing through the corridors of my mind - I see an hypnotist this week; perhaps a bit more of what happened to me will become clear; perhaps it'll help with my continued struggle with my weight. I don't know. What I do know is that DJ and I are still a loving couple.

I'm home.