During 2020-2021, I let my apartment go to waste while I did my best to take care of myself. The above image is typical of me - during one of the few chances I had to get to a meetup, I let myself have a little fun.
Why do I mention this? Well, being transgender got in the way of my last relationship, and my former cruise partner (FCP) sent my (now) ex girlfriend a note that should have been forwarded to me without opening. Of course, curiosity got the better of her, and the rest is history. FCP is no longer a friend, and the ex is just an ex - we only have simple communications, and not that of people who were once intimate partners.
There has been a great upside to this. If the ex and I had not broken up, I would never have been in the position to meet RQS. And for that, I am very grateful. She accepts me for who and what I am, something that my most recent ex couldn't do. Although it takes some effort for us to talk about uncomfortable things, we know we need to do so in order to have a solid relationship. So far, all the signs are still green for us, and I hope that they stay this way.
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I see one of my flaws getting in the way of things, and that is something we've already talked about. As much as I dislike my job, I am hesitant to leave it. I know that there isn't much of a chance that I'll find another job at my age, and that leaving means that I'll have to solely live off of my nest egg. RQS is already retired, and she seems to be doing well in retirement. She has taken up new hobbies (read: artistic pursuits) as well as doing the exercises needed to improve her body and her health. And she'd like for me to do something similar when I retire - if only to have me around as long as possible.
Hopefully, I will retire sooner than later, as I've already committed myself to do so with my Hawaii cruise later this year. It's too bad that RQS will be unable to go with me....
