LEVI HASTINGS
Last September, three days before my second wedding anniversary, I sat on the couch and asked my husband the hardest question I have ever had to ask anyone: “Are you transgender?”
I had noticed some changes in Kyle. He had started to grow his hair out. He was doing it for charity, but then he left it that way. He’d obliged the manicurist and gotten his nails painted for the first time in the five years I’ve had him join me at the nail salon. He shaved his beard off without me asking and had kept it shaved for several months.