How ironic it is that just several days ago I replied to thread where I referred to my wife's acceptance as '3 steps forward, 2 steps backward'. Everything had been going fine for a while, and with the weather turning colder, I was wearing my pantyhose 24/7, including sleeping in them. She hadn't said a word about it for the last two months. Here come the 2 giant steps backward...
All of a sudden, two days ago, after getting home from dropping the kids off at their friends, I changed into my sweatpants and was watching TV. I usually have sweats and socks over them. This time, I left the socks off, and my feet were exposed. She's seen my legs and feet in hose before, and although she doesn't care for it, she would always tolerate it in the past.
Well, I wake up the next morning to find a letter addressed to me, calling me every name you can think of: pansy, fairy, wuss, girly-man, bitch, etc. She says she can't stand the thought, after the kids move out, of having me lounge around the house dressed in my pantyhose only. I was floored by the hatefulness in her letter, and told her that she was full of misconceptions. I quickly pointed out my 'manly' activities (weightlifting, playing hockey, involved in my son's sports, etc.), and reminded her that the only thing I do differently than most men is that I like to wear pantyhose. To me, it's no big deal...to her, it's the end of the world.
We've sort of made up, and she sort of admitted she overreacted, but it's still another bump in the long road of acceptance. Eventually, things will smooth over, but these differences will never be resolved completely. Perhaps I overdid it by sleeping in them, but I knew she would eventually ask me to wear them less.
How do you deal with these types of setbacks with your wife?