I'm very fortunate in that even though I violated her trust in not telling her before we married, she's come to realize that other than the fact that I crossdress, I'm pretty much exactly what I appear to be. What she sees and what she's come to know is what she gets. That was my only secret. Now, I hope this is truly the case, because I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop. One day, she'll come home unexpected, and I'll be all dressed up. What then? I just hope I'm wearing something really pretty.
Hang in there, Karren. It's a tough row to hoe, this whole crossdressing thing. I guess in a way, we never asked for it; it just found us and never let go.
Oh...and to all you ladies who take the "why get all upset over it - it's just clothes!" route.......
It's NOT just clothes. If it was just clothes, we wouldn't be buying wigs and fake boobies, now would we? Wives very often see this as just plain wierd, and I really don't blame them at all.
