It’s strange. Feeling my feelings appears to be… working? Like, reminders of the Canadian are still everywhere, but they suddenly don’t really hurt much anymore. They will doubtless slowly fade over time. And the comfort of resting more easily in my own life, not stretching to fit somehow into his, is a huge relief. I was legit in the sobbing, physical-pain-feeling Pit of Despair not that long ago, but I appear to have come to grips with some stuff.
I don’t understand why people think respecting a trans* person is so hard like it’s really just “Oh hey, imma treat you almost the exact same except instead of using these pronouns and this name, I’ll use These Pronouns and This Name!” They’re still the same person except they get to be fully themself