He gets what he needs every other week. At least he knows he can depend on it. And I am "her" friend, not her snugglebuddy, I only snuggle with "him". Yeah, I know it's the same body but it's how I cope.
I'm still trying.
I think if I hadn't so much betrayal in my past I might be able to be more open. But first hubby came out as gay and left me to raise the kids with no education to fall back on, and my second partner dumped me for an older wealthier woman when I got sick. So, y'know. I keep waiting for the shoe to drop.
Hubby is a good person, which is why I stay. I'm just wondering why I can't get one "normal" relationship in my life. sigh.
There was one change. There was an inheritance that would give me enough to manage carefully on for the rest of my life, if I went into low income housing. So it's in my personal account and I now have what I guess you'd call a safety net. It helps. It matters.
But I'd rather not be alone unless he goes full trans, in which case, that's my hard line.