Maria 60
12-07-2024, 07:49 AM
I feel as if I have to explain some history for this to make sense. This summer I asked my wife what she thought about me going to a venue that someone from this community has in our city. I watched as her hair was turning grey and wrinkles were forming right in front of me and I decided to stop the conversation right there. Instead she wanted to talk about it, telling me taking my Friday drives in a tinted window car and maybe stepping out to put gas or air in a tire that there was risk but it was small. But going totally out in public was another. Make a long story short she just told me that if I wanted that it was better we tell the children because I will be taking a bigger risk of being seen and if I was confident and head strong enough. I told her I didn't want to complicate things and just leave things simple as they are.
Our neighbourhood started getting a lot of criminal activity, car jackings and home invasions and on one of my Friday drives I came home and all the lights were on in the house and my wife waited for me and didn't go to sleep. Not wanting her to feel this discomfort I stopped the Friday drives and a few weeks later she asked me why I wasn't going anymore and I explained it to her. In response she appreciated that I did that for her and said as it was a low risk going for those drives, but it still was a risk of an accident or being seen and felt like it was a weakness and would feel better if I kept it more in the closest.
I respected her wishes and after all back in 1986 when I told her about my hobby her main concern was if I was going to be happy in the closest, in which I told her I would be.
Since our last conversation about the drive I only went out dressed for my tradional Halloween drive.
This week I had to take her to a medical procedure that was going to take about three hours. It was to far for me to come back home and the clinic was still under Covic rules and only patients were allowed in so I told my wife I would go to a coffee shop or just wait in the car. My wife suggested for me to pass the time she was sure I would enjoy if I dressed up and drove around to kill those three hours. I did that and I have to admit I miss it so much, I put in gas and the feeling of the outdoor air and walking on pavement, I can't explain it.
Thank goodness everything went well with the procedure. Yesterday being Friday she asked me if I missed the Friday drive, she explained to me she didn't understand it because if I'm telling her the truth I never leave the car except to put gas, so what's the big deal of just driving around doing nothing. I really didn't want to get into it but I explained to her that it was something to look forward to at the end of the week. An excuse to fully dress with make-up and jewelry and wear something new and to totally look my best as a women. I'm not going to bother doing all that just to sit around the house and she then admitted she was wondering why I wasn't asking her to buy me makeup lately. I told her I'm happy that I'm able to dress in front of her in the house and underdress most of the time. The point of this long post is, the truth be told ever since I stopped months ago my mind never stops thinking about it. I'm always looking into every conversation with my wife and kids and seeing if a drive can fit in. If she calls me at work and tells me she's going to her moms or out for dinner with some co-workers or out with one of children for whatever reason or notice her car needs gas and maybe make a short dress drive out of it. Even though I told myself I want to keep it in the closet my mind is subconsciously always working and trying to find an excuse to take a drive, it's exhausting me.
It's almost like I don't even realize I'm doing it and all at once it's like someone snaps their fingers and I snap out of it reminding myself to resist these feelings. The mind never stops thinking and is very powerful.
Our neighbourhood started getting a lot of criminal activity, car jackings and home invasions and on one of my Friday drives I came home and all the lights were on in the house and my wife waited for me and didn't go to sleep. Not wanting her to feel this discomfort I stopped the Friday drives and a few weeks later she asked me why I wasn't going anymore and I explained it to her. In response she appreciated that I did that for her and said as it was a low risk going for those drives, but it still was a risk of an accident or being seen and felt like it was a weakness and would feel better if I kept it more in the closest.
I respected her wishes and after all back in 1986 when I told her about my hobby her main concern was if I was going to be happy in the closest, in which I told her I would be.
Since our last conversation about the drive I only went out dressed for my tradional Halloween drive.
This week I had to take her to a medical procedure that was going to take about three hours. It was to far for me to come back home and the clinic was still under Covic rules and only patients were allowed in so I told my wife I would go to a coffee shop or just wait in the car. My wife suggested for me to pass the time she was sure I would enjoy if I dressed up and drove around to kill those three hours. I did that and I have to admit I miss it so much, I put in gas and the feeling of the outdoor air and walking on pavement, I can't explain it.
Thank goodness everything went well with the procedure. Yesterday being Friday she asked me if I missed the Friday drive, she explained to me she didn't understand it because if I'm telling her the truth I never leave the car except to put gas, so what's the big deal of just driving around doing nothing. I really didn't want to get into it but I explained to her that it was something to look forward to at the end of the week. An excuse to fully dress with make-up and jewelry and wear something new and to totally look my best as a women. I'm not going to bother doing all that just to sit around the house and she then admitted she was wondering why I wasn't asking her to buy me makeup lately. I told her I'm happy that I'm able to dress in front of her in the house and underdress most of the time. The point of this long post is, the truth be told ever since I stopped months ago my mind never stops thinking about it. I'm always looking into every conversation with my wife and kids and seeing if a drive can fit in. If she calls me at work and tells me she's going to her moms or out for dinner with some co-workers or out with one of children for whatever reason or notice her car needs gas and maybe make a short dress drive out of it. Even though I told myself I want to keep it in the closet my mind is subconsciously always working and trying to find an excuse to take a drive, it's exhausting me.
It's almost like I don't even realize I'm doing it and all at once it's like someone snaps their fingers and I snap out of it reminding myself to resist these feelings. The mind never stops thinking and is very powerful.