Life is what happens in between making plans and actualising them. Families are collections of random lunatics the universe throws together because they share some genetic material, friends are people we like.
My daughter got married last week, she went with her partner to New York and they got spliced in Central park. I've seen some photos and it looked really nice. It also means I've not seen either of my children get married. They did it for all sorts of reasons, the trip to New York, but part of it, rightly or wrongly, I suspect is to avoid having to explain me.
She's having a party and everyone is invited, I've just declined because it appears they haven't told his family about me, so I can't interact with my daughter as her proud parent. Hence my declining her invitation.
Ostracisation is something that happens to us, deliberate or otherwise, it still hurts. I've lost my son and with him my only grandchild because his wife doesn't tolerate or accept. I still have my daughter but I've lost out on so much of her life because I'm different.
Anyone who is proud of being transsexual doesn't get the whole picture. Don't misunderstand me, I'm not ashamed of something I can't control, but it has complicated my life and cost me the most precious parts of my family, and I'm relatively successful living and working as a woman, whether it has been worth the cost is another matter.
There is no Bike tonight.