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

“You’re not the only one hurt by this. I’ve lost you and apparently never had you, all these years. I had no idea and I’m sorry I’ve been such a millstone for you.


This is incredible. I think I’m still in shock. This sort of thing happens all too often when people are ready and willing to believe the worst about someone and not speak to them directly so it can be cleared up. Of course, I never knew either, until I took crisis counseling classes, and in college, how to say, ‘This is what I heard, did you mean that?’ or similar things.


I was reminded the other day how in high school, I was called up by one of the jocks and invited to the prom. Luckily, I was suspicious and as it turns out, it was a varsity initiation ‘stunt’ pulled on all of us unpopular girls. It hurt though. What if I’d let my mother buy me a dress we couldn’t afford? This is almost sixty years later and it’s still painful. My child should have asked me if it was true. I never received a reply to my note.


Chapter 96