Some Fine Day

This is the story of how Emery Walters became whom he was supposed to be.<br><br>I knew I was male at an early age, something that was a societal no-no in the 1950s and still is in parts of the country today. Burying my male identity, I strove to be the best woman possible. But after raising my four wonderful children from two debilitating marriages, I found myself alone and nearly penniless. That was when Emery asserted his identity.<br><br>Life became better with the shift from female to male, a third marriage, and a wife who, herself, transitioned from male to female.

Emery C. Walters · LGBT+

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Chapter 18

I told a therapist once that I had no memories between the ages of seven to ten. She said it’s because ‘your needs weren’t being met’. I don’t think that’s quite what does it…in part, I suppose. But also, like the years there in Carteret, they had all blended together, preferably forgettable.

Great, if my kids read this, they’ll be pissed off but it’s not about them. The Mom part was fulfilling. I actually got to see Mr. Clean film a commercial. The kids filled someone’s cesspit with rocks which their dad had to dig out. The guy next door leaped in front of a speeding car because he thought his toddler might be in the road. Frank drove us right through a forest fire for some strange reason. Some lady in a shop found a mouse in a ball of yarn and screamed bloody murder.

So, here’s a part about them! It’s from a small diary I kept during their childhoods, when I seemed to be functioning darn well as a Mommy and wife, but what did I know?

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