It's been roughly seven months now since my
introductory post. The reader's digest summary is that after over a decade of repressing my feminine side and cross dressing urges, they came back with a vengeance, and I am unable (and unwilling) to bottle it all back up and continue to deny it. I felt then, and still feel now, that I must somehow tell my wife about this. The problem then was that we were expecting the birth of our third child, and the upcoming life changes made it a very bad time to drop the cross dressing bombshell.
Well, our daughter is 5 and a half months old now, and the family is adjusting nicely to the new addition, so that's no longer the issue.
But . . .
The seven-or-so months since acknowledging to myself that I am a cross dresser, and that the urges are not just going to go away, have been full of secret purchases and dressing on the sly. It's only marginally better than fighting the urge to dress. At least if I am underdressing at work, I'm a lot less likely to be overwhelmed with the urge to go shopping for yet more lingerie at the mall. Or to go shopping for things that I can't hide nearly as easily as undergarments. But it is lying to my wife, by omission although not in outright untruthful statements, and I am really not happy with it.
It is also paralyzingly frightening to bring myself to admit this non-conformity to my wife. I try to psyche myself up to somehow do it, and chicken out. Or just when I think I might be able to take the leap, life gets complicated in other areas and it again seems like a very bad time to drop the bombshell.
I find myself thinking that what she doesn't know won't hurt her. That telling her *will* hurt her and how can I bear to do that? My rational parts know that the longer I put it off, the more hurt it will cause, so it will be best to come out sooner rather than later. And I know that as long as I am unable to close Pandora's Box, it is only a matter of time before I get caught.
There's a war going on inside my head, between what I know I should do, and what I fear might happen. I don't know how to find the path to peace.
It's the hell of the closet, or braving the fear of rejection, or just giving up and going back into denial (if I even could).
The best answer is courage, and I can't seem to find how to be brave.
And even when I am able to (mostly) hold the fears at bay, I find myself not knowing how to even start the conversation. "Honey, we need to talk" is far too ominous a beginning.
I swear, I'm going to go mad if I can't find an answer. *sigh*