Quick recap of my encouraging signs post from a couple of weeks ago. Twenty years ago I told my wife that I was a CDer. She assumed I then stopped. But we never do, do we?
Two months ago I told her again. This time we talked properly - the "How to tell" thread was invaluable to me.
Recently she agreed to let me go for a photoshoot (Link to pics in sig) despite being fairly repulsed by the notion
So to the encouraging signs... Request #1 I asked permission to attend a support group - more a get together really - (It's 70 miles away so that helps) and she didn't object. I also floated the option of her coming along to verify that it's not 'sleazy' which seems to be a recurring concern of hers.
So far so good so I went for request #2. I explained that in some of my pictures I was wearing a really nice red pencil skirt (I felt darned sexy but I thought best not mention that) and had looked to buy one without success. I did however come across a gorgeous cocktail dress and said that I would like to order it and it would be delivered to our address. She didn't try to dissuade me.
So on to the even more encouraging signs....
I ordered the dress (Very cheap - like me ) but it is getting sent recorded delivery. So I explain to my wife that a package will arrive for me, No problem she says. It arrived the next day.
So here's something that I never ever thought I would say "Darling, would you mind staying down here while I go upstairs and examine my parcel
There was a little roll of the eyes - but no cursing or violence
Later that evening while we're cuddling I thanked her for being so tolerant of me and she asked if everything as OK. Actually, "No" I said. "It's to small" She just sighed - very loudly. (I should print out that I'm a UK size 12 and this dress wasn't )
Do I just decide to put up with something that's a little too tight under the armpits and across the bust? Not bleedin' likely
So I have to order a replacement. And I have to ask my wife to stay in to accept delivery again. Once again it arrives the next day.
Same script. Do you mind if I pop upstairs and examine my parcel? No grief, just a quirky smile and a suspicion of a Valley girl's "Ho-kay"
She never questioned why it took an hour. But let's be honest, you need the right under-garments for the shape, and hosiery, then a bit of foundation of course, naturally some eye-shadow, plus blusher. And I'd be naked without some lippy. And gloss. Then I need a wig, and shoes, oh and a belt. Might as well add some jewellery while we're at it
Now you're probably thinking I went downstairs to show my wife what I looked like? I was sorely tempted but didn't.
The following day we were in the bedroom and I was going to parcel up the first too-small dress. I said "I know you're probably not interested, but in keeping with the "No Secrets" rule do you want to see what I purchased?" She hadn't been paying attention to our first conversation (Or I wasn't clear enough) but she said "You bought a Red pencil skirt".
No I replied. I couldn't find one. But I did find this - and showed her the dress (Sorry, mental time out here. I never ever thought that I would show my wife a dress of mine )
She just went Oh. Then added, Ohhh, I wasn't expecting something like that.
And the world didn't end like I always assumed it would
Sorry, If I appear to be rambling, but for me it's significant progress.
Zoe