For some it's easy, which is most important to your life, dressing, or a wife. Sounds simple doesn't it? But I guess it really depends on why you dress, and how you feel about dressing. I lived for a few years keeping it all bottled up inside. but not dressing just doesn't work for me. I become severely depressed, and filled with what can become uncontrollable anger. It's like having road rage full time.
Suicide, or murder, neither one seemed like much of an option to me.
I finally reached a point that I had to sit the wife down and just tell her, this is who I am, either you need to accept me for who I am, or let me go, because I can't live without it, so you need to live with it, or find a better man, because that just isn't who I am.
I spent 30 years wishing I wasn't a cross dresser, but I am, I don't like me when I don't dress, I don't like the world when I don't dress, and I won't live a life of misery trying to be something I not just to please anyone.
I got lucky, and she stayed, and learned to love having a CD in the house, but it took time for us to get used to it, but then it's worked out pretty good for the last 40 years.
They say, if momma's not happy, no one is happy, well it's also true of papa. It life is dragging you down because you have to deny yourself your true identity, your wasting your time and hers.
Remember, some times education will not win over basic beliefs no matter how hard you try, and all you can do is try.
I don't mean to be a Debbie downer, but many of us here have been there, lost a marriage and survived, and sometimes, life is better the second time around.