I'm transgender in Texas. My family rejected me when I came out in 2011. I have been fired, harassed and publicly humiliated. I have been homeless three times. I have averaged three jobs a year because I either get fired or they don't pay a livable wage.
After seven years of trying to date; bars and dating sites, I met my boyfriend last October. It wasn't picture perfect. He found me attractive but he didn't accept me as 'trans' and would out me to anyone and everyone within earshot. I told him how invalidating it was and eventually he came around. He moved in last month.
Two weeks ago my and my roommate's bikes were stolen, along with some tools out of the garage. He denied it. We had several fights over it and he maintained his innocence. My roommate moved out and I let it go.
Finally this morning it clicked. When he moved in he had tennis rackets and tents for camping. Pool floats and other junk. They're all gone too and he said nothing about it. All of that stuff was in the house. My roommate's drill was in the house, along with my Amazon fire stick. Gone. All of it. He did steal it.
I also have reasons to suspect him of cheating, too. A ring he gave me when we met, plastic, nothing fancy or expensive, is gone. He left his email open and he is on several dating sites. When we were fighting I looked at his phone and all of his text messages had been deleted.
I finally have a steady job that pays well, I finally have a home to live in and now this. What's the point? My life has been nothing but failure after failure. Humiliation after humiliation.
I feel stupid. I feel sick. I feel like there is no point to anything.
I'm making plans to get rid of my things and to rehome my cats this weekend. One less freak in the world.
After seven years of trying to date; bars and dating sites, I met my boyfriend last October. It wasn't picture perfect. He found me attractive but he didn't accept me as 'trans' and would out me to anyone and everyone within earshot. I told him how invalidating it was and eventually he came around. He moved in last month.
Two weeks ago my and my roommate's bikes were stolen, along with some tools out of the garage. He denied it. We had several fights over it and he maintained his innocence. My roommate moved out and I let it go.
Finally this morning it clicked. When he moved in he had tennis rackets and tents for camping. Pool floats and other junk. They're all gone too and he said nothing about it. All of that stuff was in the house. My roommate's drill was in the house, along with my Amazon fire stick. Gone. All of it. He did steal it.
I also have reasons to suspect him of cheating, too. A ring he gave me when we met, plastic, nothing fancy or expensive, is gone. He left his email open and he is on several dating sites. When we were fighting I looked at his phone and all of his text messages had been deleted.
I finally have a steady job that pays well, I finally have a home to live in and now this. What's the point? My life has been nothing but failure after failure. Humiliation after humiliation.
I feel stupid. I feel sick. I feel like there is no point to anything.
I'm making plans to get rid of my things and to rehome my cats this weekend. One less freak in the world.
