Yeah, Linda, that about boils it down to gravy. But as I've already stated, she's not going to willingly agree to something like crossdressing when she's home, and I would feel uncomfortable doing it around her anyway. Unless she has some kind of epiphany, and suddenly becomes this accepting spouse who gets a kick out of seeing her husband emulating a woman, I don't see this changing. Veronica, while analytical (to an exponential extent), has never been married to my knowledge. Forgive me if I'm mistaken here. But it's one thing to toss advice around (lots of it) without any real-world experience of the situations on which one is giving advice. It's another to live it and come up with actual solutions. It's possible that there may not be a solution to my situation. That is something I may need to accept. Maybe or maybe not.

....the only advice that is of any use to the OP is advice on how to possibly bring the dressing up to the wife and have it end in a positive way.
You know what? That really does about sum it up, doesn't it? But the devil is in the details. And this very thing is what's kept this subject off the table for these many years. We were both quite happy not talking about it. It's a safe bet that she'll still be quite happy not talking about it. As for me, I'd like the entire problem to just go away, but that isn't going to happen either.

I don't think she's aware of the fact that many crossdressers need to dress for their own well-being. I'm sure that such a statement is very self-serving, but I think it's true. "Honey, you don't understand. This is something I need to do." "Yeah? Why? You're a man. Why do you need to run around in high heels wearing boobs?"

It's funny, but I don't know how to answer that. It's a compulsion. There is an urge inside of me to do so. Doing so answers a great need that I have deep inside of me. But I'm not sure why. I only know that this is something that somehow completes me, makes me whole. And carving it out of my life would be like losing a limb or something. I've never known life without it, and over the years, it's gotten to the point where it's become a rather complex ritual. It's way more than simply wearing a feminine item or two. It's complete female emulation from head to toe. I absolutely love wearing dresses, and spending time as the well-dressed woman I might have been had I been born female instead. I don't do this to make myself into some kind of freak or laughing stock. I have very little need whatsoever to go out in public all that much, either. Mostly what I need when it comes to this part of me, is time. I enjoy the state of being when I'm all dressed up. And after a few hours or so, I can put it away without much regret. And that very thing is exactly what I stand to lose when my wife starts working from home.