I'm back - with good news
I've been mostly away from the forum for the past few months (on & off) because I've been very depressed and wondering if I should just quit crossdressing. I even packed most of my femme clothes in boxes and put them in the attic (with the intent of giving them away if I decided not to keep them). The reason I did this was that I was misreading my wife's signals. As a very accepting and supporting partner (after taking a couple of months to get used to the idea when I came out to her in 2020), she would occasionally ask me how Larissa was doing and, if it had been a while since seeing me dressed, would ask when she would be seeing Larissa again.
Well, we were on vacation the last half of October and I was in drab the whole time. She bought me a dress and I tried it on and she took a picture, which I posted here in November, but when we got back, I got into my depression, and neither she nor I mentioned Larissa. Before that I would dress once or twice a week and she would take pictures and advise on my outfits, but after the vacation I didn't feel like doing that because I thought she had had enough of Larissa. I'd read in here that that's what has happened to other CD's SO's - initially accepting but tiring of it over time (months or years). So I resigned myself to the "fact" that she must not be supportive any more, so I would just dress when she wasn't home, and only underdress when she couldn't see me changing. Of course, Larissa's undergarments would end up in the laundry, so she knew I was still dressing, but didn't ever comment about it!
Also she made more and more comments like "You're my man" and how great a man I am. I don't have gender dysphoria, so I don't deny that (and it's very kind and loving of her to say those things), but by increasingly emphasizing "man" I assumed that she was sending subconscious signals that she didn't approve of my feminine persona.
So this all came to a head Sunday night, when she showed me one of my (formerly) white camis that she mistakenly put in the laundry with blue jeans and turned a little blue. After I told her it was ok, she sat down and asked me what happened to Larissa! We had a long talk, and it turns out that my assumptions were entirely mistaken. She not only is still completely supportive, but she actually encouraged me to always express myself however I want to. That would include going out, and coming out to friends and family. I reiterated that I'm not trans; I just like (prefer, mostly) feminine clothing, makeup, long hair, perfume, etc., and she's perfectly fine with all of it. I realize how incredibly lucky I am to have her. (She came in a few minutes ago to talk about something unrelated and said "You look very pretty tonight." WOW!) Needless to say, at least half of my depression has vanished (the rest being caused by world events that I can't control).
Anyway, I just wanted to share this uplifting story for what it's worth. I sincerely hope that all of my CD sisters will be able to enjoy a situation as free and happy as mine.
Love and Peace,
Larissa