It's been said.

Last night, I finally got her to talk to me. I guess she didn't realize she was shutting me out so much, but she was. I asked her, "Ok. Talk to me. What's going on?" "Well," she said, "I'm transgendered." Ok. It's one thing to know it... It's another thing to hear it. I'm having a hard time allowing myself believe it. I feel like it's just going to go away... even though, of course, I know it won't. I think we're going to be ok. She says we need to just take it a day at a time. I'm helping her pick out a male name. I won't use masculine pronouns until she has a male name. This all feels so weird.