Validation ????
Mood:  on fire
Topic: Acceptance
This entry will sound pretty crazy til' I get it hammered into order. So, please excuse the chaos.
It all begins with a recent visit from ex-wifey. I am quite proud of the degree of acceptance she has gained in herself, as well as in myself. She used to have all these little witicisms, "Fuckin' fag", "Closet queer", and my personal fave, "Bitch!".
We sat around the porch of her friends' home. After a while, we had went through all the formalities of catching up, she asked if "What she seen was me or was I stuffing." I told her it was me,"Hell, I'm not even wearing a bra." After my response, she asked if she could touch them. I said if you want to, I guess so. So, after a couple minutes, she finally got up the nerve to just kinda' brush against my breast. She immediately flinched when she realized they were REAL, she felt the actual core mass of tissue. WHOA!
I figured she had been through enough. Nobody was fighting, all's well. But I was not quite prepared for her continuing her questioning. "May I see them?" Um-umm-uh-yikes-uh-I guess. She realized then I was really on the path on not looking back. It was totally cool, because of the validations I felt, were absolutely positive. She always used my new name and proper verbage throughout the evening, until the liquor took it's toll. She missed a couple, but I forgive her totally. She has come a long way with her own personal demons. I'm just glad to see she has got herself together finally.