I visited my old friend Annie earlier this week…. and we talked long into the night…. she made me think about how, as you grow older you tend to feel as though you’ve lost yourself. Especially when you have children, a partner, paticulary if you are home based and doubley so as the menopause looms and you start to become an invisible woman of a certain age…. and sometimes you run away to find yourself and sometimes its worth staying put and trying to remember all the things that made you you.
She reckons… and I happen to think she’s right that I’m far more than the partner of a transwoman. That may have taken over my life for the last couple of years… but actually I’ve come through it the same way I’ve come through everything in my life with humour intact and a usually quirky outlook.
She wonders why I don’t blog about the stuff in my life that isn’t Jane…. Jane can have a bit part. After all she’s central to her own life, her own blog… so I should be central to mine.
Okay… the paltry number of you out there who follow this blog may wander off when it ceases to be a ‘trans experience blog’ but actually the trans experience…everyones experience is that life goes on…. until it doesn’t.
She reckons I should have blogged about taking my daughter to Uni in Sheffield – how we packed the car to the rafters (that would make so much more sense in a Morris traveller as opposed to a Mondeo) and set off North. How she took such random items as a sewing machine, a piano accordian, a sword, a cake stand and a sack of potatoes. (a thoughtful but heavy farewell gift from a local farmer).
She said how I should blog about the poor young man I commandeered into helping unload the car, who blithely said he’d carry a bag of spuds and when I opened the boot said words to the effect of ‘fucking hell i thought it’d be a 3 kilo bag from Morrisons’… but bless him he gamely carried it regardless.
And then I ended the same day with a drive over the moors and by eating hotpot off Dean Friedman’s piano.
See, she’s right: there are more interesting things in my life than who I live with.