I drove the RV. I really did it. I didn't run off the road, knock anything over, or scratch the side. I stayed between the lines, made great turn,s and stopped at the white line. And, Angela didn't have a worry. I was sure she'd be scared to death, white knuckled, and sure I'd kill us all. But she wasn't. She was calm, nice, and complementary.
Here I was ready to spend bundles of money to have someone else teach me, and I have a perfectly wonderful and FREE instructor - Angela, of course.
Shame on me.
I should have given her more credit. I should have trusted that her transition would have made the difference - and it has. Gone is the dictatorial, seething, near-shame based trainer. Instead, I had encouragement. I heard, "You're doing great.", "Keep it up.", and "Perfect." , and what's more, I got a kiss at the end of our drive.
"How about more lessons?" I asked.
"Tomorrow," she said.
What more could a spouse ask for?
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I can so relate to this post. My husband recently transgendered to a female. I am still getting used to the personality changes. Your scenerio is how it would be with us. BTW - we are hoping someday to be RVers. Happy Trails!
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