Cindy had been quiet since I'd arrived to pick her up. Holding my hand tightly as I drove us to pick up my daughter, Natalie, I glanced at her more than once when I had the chance. She was chewing her bottom lip, and I felt her almost shaking. I eventually pulled over two minutes from my old house. Switching off the engine, I turned towards her. "We don't have to say anything, sweetheart," I said.

"I'm just worried about how she'll react, her husband dating a transwoman..."

"A woman."

She smiled at me ever so sweetly. "Mark, I love the fact you always say that. But not everyone is...