November Somethingth 2015 2:07 AM.
I can't sleep. Probably better that way.
All the happiness I was feeling is gone. Well... Maybe not all but the vast majority. Nah. All of it.
My wife and I were making progress. We have been talking all week about everything, and for the most part it seemed to be going well. The immediate talk on the way home from the party didn't go so well but all the talks since seemed to be making progress toward some sort of amicable agreement regarding me dressing as Emily. Regarding me being myself.
I told her at least five times this week how Saturday night made me feel. How I felt happy being me for the first time in decades. How the feel of my own skin, for once, didn't make me uncomfortable. But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.
I'm destined to be miserable and hiding in shadows forever.
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