"Tu est une bonne fille" says Sylvie over coffee lauding me for visiting my 88 year old mother every Saturday morning. She still knows nothing of my gender history.
I did end up telling Caroline and Maika (she has a transgender brother) who both work at the farmer's market cafe I frequent and with whom I have become good friends. They were amazingly supportive. I didn't need to do it but I wanted to because it felt cathartic to share it. Once again I can say I have lost no one of value.
A journey like this is constantly morphing and you adapt often thinking you have firmly stopped at a plateau only to, yet again, be proven wrong.
95% of it is mental.
Owner is from Marseille and lovely.
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