A month ago our nephew moved back to live with us, until he gets back on his feet. We are the last responsible adults in his life. He knows about my "Hobby", as my wife calls it, he came home last year unexpectedly and found me sitting in the Family room in skirt, forms and wig. He was very accepting, complimentary and said he was glad it made me happy.
Since New Year, my wife and Marguarite have been doing "Date Night" every other Saturday or so. We found a fantastic little restaurant "Brits",
Great Food, Very Accepting, and a lot of Fun. God love the British, after all they always say "God save the Queens". I thought date night might be few and far between, my wife at times wants to keep Marguarite a secret.
When she mentioned we might be going to dinner, our nephew wanted to go also, she reminded him about my "hobby". He said great he had no problem with that. Before we went out, he got a call from a friend and decided to go with them. He did wait around to see us off, and waited to see my outfit. He was very complimentary and I was very grateful that he made the effort to make me feel comfortable.
My wife and I did make it to "brits" , had a great time, a good dinner, but mostly appreciated spending time with people who are becoming friends. Hip hooray.