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Y’all, I’m having a problem with something. It’s the show called Lost in Transition.

Most of the time I can identify with people. I can see something in another person that bonds with something in me. It’s called connection and I need it to care about what I’m seeing (or reading).

I stumbled onto Lost in Transition the other day and guess what? I’m absolutely gobsmacked. It’s a reality program about four families where the men have come out as transexuals. Y’all. Picture me biting my tongue here. I’m really trying to show a lot of compassion and understanding, but I have lots of thoughts and feelings about the transexual issue that probably don’t warrant an airing.

However, I can tell you right now that I do not know what I would do if my husband of 20 years came up to me and said, “Hey, Karen, honey. I’m a woman.”
Me: “What?”
Him: “I’ve decided to transition to a woman. Call me Carol.”
Me: “What?”
Him: “I have a new hairstyle and I’ve been taking hormones. Look at my breasts! I’m going to start dressing as a woman now and you have to call me she and her when you refer to me.”
Me: “What?”

I’m afraid I would be like one of the wives who said something like, “Hey, I didn’t sign up for this. I’m not a lesbian. I don’t want to be married to a woman.”

Seriously, I’m glad I was never given that problem.

Have you seen the show?