I jokingly asked how Steven feels about that, and she said: “Well, Steven’s trans. We’ve seen them a few times since and nothing seems weird or awkward, so maybe I’m just overthinking this. It didn’t feel like a coming-out conversation, more like a casual disclosure of information.Still, I’m worried that I said the wrong thing, and I’d love your perspective.Working out past trauma in a healthy, safe, solo environment is not unhealthy, but if you were to discuss this dynamic with a therapist, you might find a great deal of relief in articulating your desires, your disgust, your regrets, and your experience.
I am horrified and astonished that you are still asking for more.
Please do not contact me again.” This is not a question of appropriate compensation for helping a friend move because a) he did not, in fact, help very much at all and b) he’s already taken at least four times the value of what you agreed upon.
Fed up, Emily told him he wasn’t getting one because he had already been compensated fairly.
Having loaded the final truck alone, I agreed with Emily.
I was an adult at the time but still quite young and naïve.
Our sex life was quite passionate (and kinky), but retrospectively I find that period of my life icky, to say the least.
We have kids around the same age, and we get together a few times a month for backyard dinners and drinks. I was so surprised that my reaction was something along the lines of, “Oh. ” And then the conversation naturally shifted course. Gender identity is important, and I can’t begin to imagine what Steven went through before and during his transition.
Recently, I remarked to Katie how much her children resemble her, and she replied that she hears that all the time. My husband and I consider ourselves to be LGBTQ allies, and I want Steven to feel comfortable and supported in our home.
Being short on time (and hands), I called an ex-boyfriend with whom I’ve remained friendly to help.
Emily told the ex he could take one of the large (valuable) television sets if he helped.
When my ex and I were alone in the cab of the truck, he yelled at me until I broke down in tears. I understand he’s an ex for a reason, and shame on me for bringing him around (I was completely caught off guard by his greed).