There's been a lot written on here lately about marriage and divorce. My divorce has been final for a little over a week. 16 months after she filed. I haven't posted on here since the process started. I do so now only in hopes that it will help someone else. I'm not looking for sympathy, or for anyone to tell me it's not my fault. I've dealt with all that. I'll skip the details in the intrest of brevity. It'll be long enough without them.
During our pending divorce we passed our 30th anniversary. I'd crossdressed that entire time and before that. She knew it. There were things that she was uncomfortable with and I certainly pushed the boundaries. Still, she'd always said she loved me enough that she didn't want me to have to repress that side of me. She recognised that it was an important part of me. She bought me things. She seemed tolerant, even accepting. Even though she bought me things I couldn't say she was encouraging. You can read some of my old posts to get an idea of where I was, and where I thought we were. I thought I was one of the lucky ones.
I was working out of town one day, not knowing there was any problem at all. I called her to tell her when I'd be home and suggested we have friends over. Instead, she told me that when I got home we were going to have to talk about the "woman things". Two weeks later she moved out. I begged her to stay. I promised I'd quit. I meant it. She didn't believe me. I told her it was something I chose to do, and I could choose not to. She said it was not. She said, "You're a woman". I never got the chance to prove I could stop.
My strongest and perhaps only point has to be made here. This is not advice and it's not preaching. It's just the way it is. I truly believe that if she'd ever given me the "benefit" of an ultimatum, I could have and would have stopped. I loved her more that life. Certainly more than I loved looking and dressing like a woman. Given the choice, I certainly would have chosen her. There is really no comparison. I never got a choice.
I've read all the stuff about "you shouldn't have to give up a part of yourself, shouldn't have to change for someone else", etc.. In a perfect world, that's true. This is not a perfect world. I don't think she ever understood how much I loved her. It didn't make any difference, anyway. By the time she confronted me she didn't love me anymore, and made that abundantly clear.
For several months after she left, I was emotionally unhinged. I couldn't do my job, probably should have been fired. I had to force myself to eat. I cried everyday. A lot. I wasn't quite suicidal, but I would have welcomed death. Eventually, I didn't cry everyday. Then I'd go a week. At this point it's been a couple of months since I've cried. I'm pretty well over it.
Now, living by myself, I can dress how I please. I cut my hair (for her) right before she left. Haven't cut it since, except to get it layered. It's again down to my collarbone. I've rebuilt much of the wardrobe I threw out. I've had my hair colored and highlighted. I'm free, I suppose.
There is a wide, overlapping line between being free and being alone. To me, the freedom is not worth it. It's a consolation, but not a good trade.
I don't get the enjoyment out of crossdressing that I once did. I certainly do it more frequently than ever, and am more open about it. I figure it's paid for. It cost me my marriage, my life as I knew it. Might as well get something out of it.
I could obviously go on and on. Let me end by saying this... What we're doing is not a game. The potential consequences are indescribably dire for you and your family. If you are the wife of a crossdresser and get to the point you can't take it anymore, at least give him the benefit of an ultimatum. If you are a crossdresser who loves his wife as I did, I hope you can somehow find a way to let her know that you'd gladly give it all up rather than lose her. You have to mean it, and she has to believe it.
In getting on with my life I hope to now be able to participate on the lighter posts on this board.
P.S. Tree GG, are you out there?