This is the story of how Emery Walters became whom he was supposed to be.<br><br>I knew I was male at an early age, something that was a societal no-no in the 1950s and still is in parts of the country today. Burying my male identity, I strove to be the best woman possible. But after raising my four wonderful children from two debilitating marriages, I found myself alone and nearly penniless. That was when Emery asserted his identity.<br><br>Life became better with the shift from female to male, a third marriage, and a wife who, herself, transitioned from male to female.

Some Fine Day

That’s the sordid part, although the poverty part got worse, for me and the kids, anyhow. I’d have stayed married until my then youngest reached eighteen, but she was only thirteen when he moved on.


None of this affected the deeply hidden inner me, who was probably traumatized and wanted nothing more than to remain hidden. Was it caused by my being transgendered and hidden? I don’t know; I think it was just a misfit of needs; it had worked for a time, as some things do, and then it didn’t.


Chapter 27