Here I am again...another post about the situation at home. Except now, it has got to the point where decisions need to be made. I have been dressing my whole life. There is no stopping it. I must have purged 50+ times. I am married 20 years and have 3 children. I have been confronted by my wife time and time again about it, as she absolutely wants it to stop. Lets just say I cannot believe that she is still with me. few years ago, she found my "stash" and went crazy. Calling me a faggot, queer, animal and the best one...freak! Somehow we got through it and our marriage continued with some great times and some bad times. I continued dressing. As most of you know, there is no stopping. I have a flickr page that has over 3800 followers and 4,000,000 views. I love the way I look and feel when I am Jenna. If you look at some of my previous posts, you will see the struggles that I am going through keeping Jenna locked away. In any event, let me get to the present day. One day at the end of June, I had the house to myself. I was all set to have 4 or 5 hours as Jenna. For those that have to hide their gurlie side, you know 5 hours is amazing! I had my stuff hidden in the basement, but was starting to take it out. I had just finished showering and I hear somebody coming down the stairs. It was my wife. She knew right away what I was up to and lost it. Telling me that it is over and this is the last straw. I have to be honest, I was humiliated and thought that this would get me to stop dressing. After a few weeks, we mad peace with each other, and had a nice few months. The other day, the urges started coming back big time. I spent a few hours after work buying makeup, new lingerie, wigs and shoes. I was so happy, but cautious. I came home, and when I thought everybody was in bed, I went in the basement to start trying everything on. Right in the middle of it, my wife comes down and I ran into the bathroom. "What are you doing?" she asked. But she knew. I could not come out and face her. I stayed in the bathroom and got changed into my regular clothes. She would not go back upstairs and it was getting bad. I could go on forever, but now she is telling me that she knows it is a part of me, but she wants nothing to do with it. She wants a real man, and does not want me. The name calling again...freak and so on. She told me that I should have told her before we were married. I thought I could stop when I got married, but you know how that went. I am guessing that my marriage is either over, or completely destroyed. But the worst part about it is the woman that I love more than anything in the world hates me and is disgusted by me. Can anybody share some story with me or give me some advice as to how this is going to end up?
Thank you.