Yesterday was finally my first day out supposedly under “normal” conditions in other words, going to my oldest grandson’s graduation party.
Unfortunately, Liz wasn’t feeling well, so I made the nearly three hour round trip alone.
Once I arrived, my greeting was warm and inviting, even driving my daughter to tears. Other than that, not much else had changed. Her father in law ignored me when he wasn’t busy glaring at me. The grandkids were all nice including my rainbowed hair granddaughter who is on summer break from The Ohio State University. My son in law was pleasant but detached as always and his sister along with brother in law were busily getting drunk. (Sounds like a Christmas family dinner, right?}
Ironically, a year and half from the last time I saw everyone, very little had changed. Also my ex wife who is also the mother of my daughter was there along with her husband who recently suffered another stroke.
What I enjoy most is the acceptance I receive from the overwhelming majority of the group. As I was coming out and entering the feminine world, their backing was invaluable. I had years of toxic male behavior to make up for.
Of course I dressed to blend. I wore my “Memorial Day” stars and stripes smock top with a pair of leggings and tennis shoes.
The best part of the whole day was my daughter and I pledged to set up a girls breakfast get together with her, my grand daughter, Liz and I. She has time off coming from her job soon to make it happen.