This is a long story, and it really happened.
About 24 years ago (just hard to believe it was that long ago) I was dating a girl I met at a club. This was my second relationship. My wardrobe was limited so not much to add on that part. I had enough things that I was able to keep them hidden. My girlfriend and I had moved into an apartment that was situated between two universities. Not equal in travel distance but time wise about the same. Since I had plenty of time to spend during weekends as she often when back home by herself for work (she had a part time job that she enjoyed). I would stay home and well, take advantage of my free time. Staring at all of her shoes in the closet filled me with the urge to try and find my own. I found a shop that had women's size 12 and bought them. No they did not fit, very painful but I was able to get them on and tolerate it for a short time. Well one fine morning when I had a late start in my day (college years) I was dressed up and enjoying the clickity clack of my heels on the wood floors. I realized that I was running late and needed to get ready in a hurry. While I was hiding my attire in the ceiling (bedroom had a drop down tile ceiling and just above the closet was an area that was capable of holding many things). While putting some things back, fiberglass flakes and dust to into my eyes and had to run to bathroom to flush them out. I took my shower, on the way out I noticed the cats water dish was empty. Filled the water dish for the cat, got dressed and went to school. When I got home later that evening. My girlfriend had a few interesting questions for me. She asked me to come into the kitchen. Had I realized what she was holding behind her back I would have run in the other direction. She had the largest knife from our utility drawer. She asked me who filled the cats water dish. I said that I did. She asked me who else was here. I said nobody, why? (thinking the neighbors heard me walking around). This is the only thing that saved my life that day. When we moved in we renovated the apartment. During this, we have found various items, from sex toys to magazines hidden up in the ceiling tiles. There was also a crawl space that had many items of clothing, shoes, etc..... All of this we threw away. She must have forgotten about all of that. I told her I was feeling frisky and decided to look for more pornography that may not have been discovered. (I will look at it but I normally do not seek porn out). I said during this I moved one of the ceiling tiles and it fell out of place and crashed into the closet. (where my shoes were found along with bits and pieces of the ceiling tile that broke off). Since they were new to me, I forgot about them due to running late. Also they were in the closet where I took them off right next to hers. During the argument that followed after she put the knife away, I kept my position as close to an exit as possible, our neighbors were concerned about what was being said. So they knocked on the door and my girlfriend let them in. She told them what she had found. They replied, they must have belonged to the previous tenant. He was an interesting character and often wore women's clothes. I got lucky. I was almost going to admit the shoes were mine, if I did, she would have stabbed me out of anger. I am not sure why I married this girl but I am happy the marriage ended in divorce. Her boyfriend and I did not get along, besides during the divorce, the shoe story came up again and again since she was not convinced the shoes belonged to somebody else. She was right about the fact they were mine. Actually I was never happier after that marriage ended.
When I met someone else, about 7 years after I got divorced. I did not want to suppress who I was, nor did I ever want to face a woman holding a butcher knife or any other weapon. I simply told her the honest truth and did not hold anything back. I have 5 wonderful years with my wife. I probably would have never signed up for this forum if she was still with me. I did write a thread about my beloved wife in the "loved one's forum". She had died from complications due to liver failure. There was nothing the Doctors could due and she was diagnosed way to late to do anything about it. For nearly 3 years they were puzzled, gastric bypass patients are harder to diagnose for liver disease. I really miss her a great deal
