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

I’m really sore disappointed. I feel so unloved and untreasured. I don’t care if it is selfish, it’s a real downer and that’s how I feel. I worked my butt off selecting and hunting for everyone else’s, at least 16 people, with care and expense, travel and love. And there will be no after-holiday shopping, we can’t (as usual) afford it. I canceled Laura’s dental appointment; we need the money for groceries.


Two other topics in this time frame; my mom and dad moved from Michigan to live near me. This was precipitate on their part, and due mainly to my dad’s interest in young girls. I’ve never read his book of memories, but one of my daughters typed it up for him and was disgusted. I often wondered it this interest was the reason he was so cold and remote with me; that he had to be like that in order to keep his interests away from home. If he did.


Chapter 32