Sisters, I need some advice.
Background - My wife and I have been married 32 years. Love abounds, but we are not "in love", per se, and sex is a thing of the far gone past. I can live with that. I wouldn't want to live without her. For better or for worse, right? Besides, she really is my best friend. The only person who has known me longer is my sister!
Well, I've never told her that I like to wear panties and bras. I'm so in the closet. I know her well enough that I really think she wouldn't be happy to know. I just picture an awful conversation about this. But, as I now have close to 150 panties and more than 20 bras, I have a not unrealistic fear of her finding something. Now, I've been wearing panties off and on for about 20 years, and I've managed to remain lucky and not leave anything visible. It's getting more difficult, though.
I probably missed the perfect opportunity to talk about this with her. I had 2 pedicures earlier this year, and managed, for the most part, to keep my painted nails hidden. But, here is where I've made my first mistake in 20 years. The first time was late at night. I came home from a function and my feet were really tired. I was sitting at my desk, about 8 feet from my wife. I totally forgot about the nail color. I took off my socks, and after about 5 minutes, my 24-year-old son remarked, Dad are your toenails black?! I was busted. I said, No, they're lilac.
So, I had to explain to my wife that during my unemployment, I had gone to have a pedicure. She rather sarcastically asked if I had enjoyed it, and I told her I did. A month or so later, after my second pedicure, I was headed out to get the mail, knowing my wife would soon be home from work. I figured I had just enough time to get the mail, and head back inside to put on socks. So, I slipped on my flip flops, opened the door, and there she was! This time my nails were pink. She was not happy, to say the least. And, she asked, rather timidly, Are you a crossdresser?
And in the heat of that moment, I knew I had a chance - and I bailed, and sheepishly replied, No. She asked me at that point to stop getting pedis, or at least, to stop getting color. And I figure, if I can't have color it won't be so enjoyable. So,
I haven't had a pedi in 4 months, and I really miss the color on my nails. I've still been able to under dress most days (she doesn't know).
I'm tired of living like this. I know I need to tell her. I don't know how.
She may surprise me, but I doubt it. She was quite accepting when our son told her he was gay. But, I think she had known and expected that for quite some time.
How do I start? Where do I start?