I have a tattoo on my finger that I got with someone I once truly believed to be my soulmate. I felt like everything in my life led up to meeting him and marrying him one day. He was the first trans* person, who had accepted and transitioned, I ever had a relationship with, and changed my mind on a lot of issues. He'd done a lot of dirty work on changing himself over the years, and was willing to slog through it with me.
But we didn't live in the same region, I had kids, and he needed someone there, all the time. So we didn't last.
When things were at their worst, they were unbearable. And then we had a truce, then friendship, but I was still so insecure and jealous.
But now he's just gone. And I have this tattoo on my finger forever.
@stillinhere
ohhhhh, I'm so sorry.....
On a group about grief, I saw a post from the person he did end up with. And she posted his cremains. And I'm devastated.