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Well actually I won't mind to see her again when I go to Thailand. But she told me that she'd rather not. She asked me to never call her again. If I don't call her she may be able to forget me someday. I might not be able to love her anymore but I still want to know that she's ok...the person that I loved, is just an illusion, it had never existed.
As Jaybee said, I am just doing the same thing to myself that she was. She know I will find out one day but still she wish that I will love her for who she is. I know she probably is a LB but still wish that she might be not. I feel pity for her more than anger. We both make mistake. What makes me feel being stabbed in my heart is when she told me in tears that it's not her choice to be born in a man's body.
She have asked me one question that is rather provoking. What is the difference between a post-op LB and a woman that cannot give birth? Will you accept a woman who will not have a baby with you? Other than that what's the difference between a LB and a real woman? We are all flesh and bones, the difference is just the outer form that we take. Does it really matter that she was once a man? A granny was once a beautiful woman, does it justify that you can love a granny because she was once a beautiful woman?
Thinking deeply she's probably correct. We are all prisoner of our own mind. It is our mind that's making all the difference. But how many of us can really jump out of the circle? Or are we just worrying about other's opinion?
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