Warning! Long, rambling post ahead...
Kathy,
Your situation sounds almost exactly like mine. I'm coming up on my 11th year of marriage. Before we met, I was in a period of my life where there was no sign of the Pink Fog so I had thrown away what few articles of women's clothing I had (a bra and some panties) and left that life behind me. I was done with it. I had found my true love and was happy again in my life (this was my second marriage - I had a "starter wife" marriage when I was pretty young that didn't last very long for unrelated reasons).
Since then, I've had so much to keep me busy and distracted like career changes, several housing moves, trying and trying and trying to have children and then adopting the most wonderful child on the planet, etc...
After my first marriage, I spent a lot of time in therapy trying to figure out why my life had gotten so off track. There were things my first wife lied to me about that left me feeling betrayed - the main issue being that we agreed to have children later in the marriage and when later came and we talked about it again, she changed her mind. So I saw the absolute need for honesty in relationships and vowed that my next one would be completely honest when it came to the things that really mattered. Crossdressing didn't matter to me anymore, though, and honestly didn't ever enter into my mind as something I needed to tell her. Honestly! At the time, it was akin to the "lost summer" I had when I went out drinking from Tuesday night to Sunday night (I usually took Monday's off to recover :doh:). I didn't tell her about that, either. It was something I did in the past that I wasn't ever planning on doing again.
So here I am, 10 years later, with a stash that includes 2 wigs, underwear, makeup, a skirt, a blouse, and breast forms that I've collected over the past few months. And the threads about SO's finding these things in the event that you died really got me thinking. I have to tell my wife. There's no way that I can risk that happening. I love her too much.
But then comes the prospect of telling her. What if she can't deal with it? What if she asks me to leave? Or what if she doesn't ask me to leave because she enjoys the security I can provide as well as the fact that we have a child but it totally changes the dynamic of our relationship to the extent that we're both miserable? And what will then happen with our daughter? Will my wife brand me a freak and turn my daughter against me? My daughter is still too young to understand and fully grasp the responsibility of knowing so I'm worried her perception of me as "daddy" will be damaged.
And then I think that perhaps this is something that's private to me and something I only do in private. I sneak away to have some self-gratification from time-to-time (and I apologize if that's TMI) and there's no need to tell her every time that occurs, right? But then I come back to the stash and what would happpen if she found that (whether I'm alive or dead - although, her finding it might mean the latter if I'm still the former!)
So on the one hand, I desperately want to tell my wife because I don't like keeping this side of me from her. But on the other hand, I desperately don't want to tell her because it could seriously rock a very steady boat.
Is Narnia reallly worth it? YES! And NO!
This is SO TO THE POINT HERE!
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Originally Posted by
Cassia-Marie
I've had one best (male) friend in my life that I considered more as a brother than a friend. My "brother from another mother" was what I called him. Anyway, he passed away 6 years ago and his parents cleaned out his apartment and found a lot of things that I wish I could have gotten to before they did. Have you ever heard of a "porn buddy?" Someone that cleans up your embarassing stuff before loved ones find it? Well, he never asked me and I wish that he had. It wasn't easy trying to explain to his parents. And I can't imagine what my family would go through should it ever happen to me.
Which is that A LOT OF U R LIVING IN DENIAL! ( It's NOT a river, either!):Angry3:
If u were ever edicted to ANYTHING that was sexually stimulating, exciting, or in some way got u going in that direction, for any reason, u have a problem! :doh:
Let's say there r certain fetishes that turned u on as a young man/woman. Porn, or big breasts, or bondage, woman's clothes, etc., etc. And then u meet the girl of your dreams! First, u marry her. Then, u enjoy the "honeymoon" period.:hugs:
And during this whole time, u rarely, if ever, thot about your old fetish, turn ons! Then, that inevitable day comes to almost everyone! The honeymoon is over! The relationship becomes work! The sex slows, or maybe even stops!:eek:
Suddenly, your old fetish, sexual ediction, or WHATEVER u want to call it returns! And you're SO SHOCKED! What do u do now? U r COMPELLED to investigate it further. AND to keep it secret, because you feel like you're cheating!:sad:
And CDing may be the WORST of the lot! Because for many of u, it's MUCH MORE THAN A MERE FETISH! It's WHO U REALLY R!:doh:
I have no oppinion on whether u should hide it, tell her later, or tell her up front.
But, if U think it's going to perminantly go away, just because you marry the girl of your dreams, ( WHATEVER your old compulsion was), U DEFINITELY R LIVING IN NARNIA, AND denial!:hypnotized: