Yeah, I get it! I've been reading a lot of posts on how many say "come out--explain to your wife/girlfriend why you CD" and on and on and it will be alright. I don't buy it. Now, sometimes that works, and that's great! So is a world full of "rainbows and butterflies." I only wish that scenario would have happened in my case. But unfortunately, I fall into the "other" category that over 90% of us who do "come out" seem to experience. My SO didn't know of my "condition" but the more time we spent together, I don't know, the little things started surfacing--I guess.
She's a "cotton panty" "plain Jane" girl, which is problem one. I'd buy her lingerie, she wouldn't touch it. Expensive sheer vintage nylon stockings? With a garter belt!? NOT a chance! I admit I get sick of seeing the grungy slippers and sweat pants and shapeless sweat shirts but I enjoy the female shape and sure would like to see it once in a while--to admire. Anyway, the more I mentioned heels, and lingerie, and makeup and maybe mentioning to her to maybe get her hair done it somehow became too much. "Why don't you do it!" She'd chafe. "Why don't you wear all that stuff!?" And then the evolution of at least her thought: "do you wear women's stuff?" I mentioned I had from time to time and that was the NUKE! "Are you gay!? Was the next question. I admit that hit my male ego pretty hard especially since I was always a man around her. I got to thinking, gee, is she saying I am not enough man? That wasn't the problem. But once she figured out I dressed the relationship fell apart about as quick as a sugar cube hitting the hot coffee!!
Days went by and then weeks and although what relationship we had was not in total free fall I could tell she was looking at an exit plan. There was no "talking about it" anymore, no "DADT" deal. To her it was cut and run. Well, she'd made her plans and that was that. It wasn't long till she made arrangements with a female friend of hers and her things began being moved out. Try as I might in saying this wasn't a big deal if handled properly and in reality it wasn't something I had a "choice" in in the first place, but we could work it out--I was still the same great guy. No dice. It was then I got pissed!
A couple days before she moved out I endured another verbal assault. I let her have her rant and didn't respond until she was done. Then it was my turn. My SO is a very attractive woman with few shortcomings (aside from her mental attitude). But, one flaw I always overlooked was her legs. A tall girl, she has bird-like legs, spindly and with knobby-knees. I mean they aren't totally ghastly, but she does look better in slacks. I then turned the tables on her and fought back by saying: "...well, maybe if you had pretty legs like mine you wouldn't mind dressing up now and then in stockings and heels."
Well, I got another round of insults then told her I had no doubt my legs were far more "feminine" than hers were. She laughed and guffawed. I then got dressed and took a few leg-pictures to prove it! I showed her the one which by the way is now my avatar---she couldn't deny it because she watched me set up the picture by myself. She would not take the picture because she said it disgusted her. Anyway, I proved myself and when she saw the printed picture in 8x10 you could see the smoke coming out of her ears! I heard the whisper of the word "fag" as she left the room. Two days later she moved out and that was it.
So, I know people of "our type" probably will never change--matter of fact I believe the situation intensifies as time goes by, which isn't welcome by me anyway. But it's such a rare thing to ever find a woman who would possibly be into a CD relationship that the point is almost moot. I am at the age where any "discovery" wouldn't really make much difference now. Few friends, retired and If I don't want to associate with others I don't. So that's a lucky point. Anyway, being single and living alone now for the past several years is well, lonely, but I've come to terms with it and don't mind it at all anymore, matter of fact I prefer it! It's a freedom nearly without limit--eat what I want, when I want, watch TV shows I want, have a drink when I want, stay up late if I want. I've always been a live-and-let-live guy and only wish others felt and thought the same way. Hard to understand sometimes why most folks are so inflexible while others only get off on ridicule and putting others down!? But life goes on.
Shiny-