I had the most wonderful conversation with my wife recently. In the past, she was vehemently against my dressing, and later admitted she preferred to see me dead rather than in a dress. So any movement away from that stance is a small miracle. But she also never wants to talk about Suzanne's feeling, so I was left with the one thing I could think of, which is to dress as I please and show her nothing bad happens when I do.
So one morning last week, I put on a short velvet skirt and a nice top with cardigan, sat on my hotel room bed facing her on hers, and began:
Me: "I think I've been unfair to you. I may have been asking you for more understanding than you can manage. I realize now that when this person first appeared, I wanted her dead and gone, the way you did.
Her: "I don?t want you dead any more"
Me: "I know you don?t. The point is, It took a long time for me to accept her, then embrace her, until I learned she is such a big part of me that I am not a whole person without her. I would be just an empty shell. And its no surprise that it's been a long struggle for you too."
Her: "Now, I like a lot of the clothes you wear. And I'm beginning to love the person you're becoming."
We hugged for a very long time, and for the first time in years, we both felt closer to each other.
It was so big a moment, I just had to share. Thanks for reading.