What I Did On Summer Vacation
Almost exactly a year ago I broke down and told my wife that the crossdressing desires I had felt in my past had not gone away, as I had told her they had. It was not a pretty afternoon.
Following that day, I despaired of saving my marriage, despaired of ever being able to release my feelings around my desire to wear women’s clothes, despaired of pretty much everything.
Slowly, though–oh, so slowly–she has gotten more and more accepting of this side of me. At the same time, two things have been occurring. Our marriage–already in jeopardy long before either of us had our crises of identity–has been getting closer to its end. And I have begun to realize that I am not merely a crossdresser.
Yes, she has a girlfriend
All you need to know about the e house, amicably, and that eventually we will most likely divorce. My need to express my feminine side is not the cause of the separation. Neither is her (also long buried) need to be with another woman. I’m cool with it. ??
My need to express my feminine side has gotten stronger, the more I’ve been able to indulge it. This was something I hid even from myself for 40 years. Had I been able to think about it earlier, I’d have come to the same conclusions long ago. Now that they are finding release, I’m finding that they were stronger than I’d ever suspected.
This summer has seen my ex-wife buying dresses for me, giving me things from her drawers and closet that no longer fit her or that she no longer wants, buying boots and shoes for me, meeting my Sisters, and finally, last Saturday night, seeing me en femme for the first time ever.
I was nervous about this at first, but she assured me she was ready for it, which eased my mind. I went to my friend’s house to change, and would meet my ex and her girlfriend at the club.