As I sit here in my kitchen sipping coffee and reading the latest news about "Caitlyn" Jenner, I can't help but reflect on the darkest time my soul has ever endured.

I was a young girl when I met my husband in the mid 1990s. We were vibrant and madly in love. We got married, quickly discovered we were going to be parents, and were over the moon excited. I gave birth to a girl, and a beautiful, strong boy followed four years later. My husband was successful and I was grateful that his income afforded me the opportunity to stay at home with my children.

I started my first company, we bought a house, and we traveled with my husband. Life was beautiful and we were truly happy.

But as the years went on, I started to notice little changes in my husband and in our marriage. Our intimacy completely stopped and he was spending more time traveling away from home. When he was home, he would throw himself into projects, spending hours at a time on them. Our bank account was being mysteriously depleted and my husband wouldn't let me buy necessities like bras and underwear for myself.

Why was this happening? My parents encouraged me to look further into our finances. I had always trusted my husband, so I was reluctant to do so, insisting there wasn't a problem. But my intuition had always been strong and it was telling me that something was very wrong, so I agreed.

I called and had all of our credit card statements sent to me. As I carefully scrolled through each one, I started to notice a pattern. Hundreds of dollars were being spent on women's clothing. My heart sank -- I was sure he was having an affair! Distraught and exhausted, I confronted my husband a week before Christmas.

As I began telling him what I had discovered, I expected him to tell me about "her." Visibly upset (and after he tried to lie about the statements), he agreed to tell me what was going on. Nothing could have prepared me for what he was about to tell me.

Very confused, I asked him to explain and that's when the dam broke. He told me that he was born wrong. That he should have been born a woman. That all of the missing money was being spent on women's clothing and shoes -- for himself. I reacted with both hysteria and shock.

He proceeded to tell me that his earliest memory of doing this was in kindergarten, when he would sneak into his mother's closet and steal her clothes and underwear. He said that he identified with women in every way and that God had made him wrong. He had been hiding this his entire life and now he was buying clothes and dressing up when he was out of town.

I didn't know what to do.