Connie tipped me off to a blog post concerning a long buried happening I went through years ago. In fact, it took me years to realize how much my why didn’t really care about my cross dressing gender tendencies as much as what happened when I lied to her about sneaking around behind her back. To clarify though, my wife never accepted any thoughts of me being transgender and beginning hormone replacement therapy. Before we go any farther with those thoughts, here is Connie’s comment:
“My wife was so much more upset by my manipulation than she was about my gender identity and the expression thereof. When we finally had the big “discussion,” the thing that rang loudest to me was her asking, “Do you think I’m stupid; that I don’t know what you’ve been doing?” Of course, the “discussion” led to me trying to explain the “why,” followed by “who” I was, and not just “what” I was or what I was doing. When a spouse sniffs you out, no matter how perfume-y you try to make it, it’s an awful stench.”
Thanks for the comment! When I look back at all the not so intelligent contortions I went through to hide my other life from her, I wonder why I tried at all. An example was every night she worked late, I couldn’t wait to get out the door and lead my feminine life. The problem was, when she got home, I had to be cleaned up the best I could so she wouldn’t notice any excess makeup. No matter how hard I tried, most of the time I had difficulty passing the scrutiny she put me through.
Looking back on it now, I wonder how I even put up with the stress of passing twice a night. As a woman when I went out and as a man when my wife came back home.
Indeed the stench was awful since the gender issue was the only point of deception we had in our relationship. The stress was horrendous.