Hi Stephanie, thank you for your kind words, and the warm welcome. I'm nearly overwhelmed by the responses, and know that I've made the right choice in sharing with you here.
Sandi, thank you for reading and responding. The change in the dynamic was gradual, just one day it was an off-limits thing, and ever since then the frustration started to grow and be repressed. Funny as you mention the negative comments, as I sit here and type this, wife found a pair of my socks in the wash and just had to say something "oh, a pair of Marissa socks, eh?"... to which I replied: "they're just socks". My aim now is to just normalize it: they're not "Marissa's clothes", they're just clothes.
Sherry, so sorry to hear how your relationship/marriage ended. The building up of resentment is a festering ocean of negative thoughts and energy, and it saps whatever joy I have in life and makes me on-edge everyday. It affects how I interact with the kids as well, as I'm so short tempered with them at times.
The wife and I have talked about seeing a therapist together to discuss things, we just need to find the time in our lives to get it on the calendar. On most topics we have pretty good/ to great, communication, but sensitive topics are much more difficult to breech.
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Hi Raven, thank you for such a profound insight that touches on what makes this a doozy of a subject: the children. We'd do anything for our kids, protect them and love them through thick and thin, and I just can't bear the thought of this fracturing or destroying our home. The relationship with the wife is so tough as it is, raising the little ones is very hard for me (having kids/being a parent was never something I really wanted), so that takes center stage, while the dressing and other stuff is on the back burner (no time to talk about it, kids need attention ASAP). I know they'll get older and more independent at some point, which will free up some of our time and sanity (hopefully), but one of her fears is when the kids do get older and more in tune with what's going on, what happens when they find out dad wears dresses and heels?
I think we're just stuck in a repetitive cycle of negative feedback loops, every day is a slog, nothing changes, routine is king. Breaking out of that and getting some fresh perspectives is what we need, otherwise nothing will change.
It's really depressing, the 180 that occurred, remembering how amazing the first couple of years were, it was the best I'd ever felt because there was nothing being hidden anymore and I got to fully be who I am. To have it snatched away leaves me feeling so empty.
Having kids enter the picture, and the world-changing effects that had on her and I, cannot be understated. The mother bear instincts are not to be bargained with, and I can fully understand her wanting to protect her family and children. I think the main threats for her have to be the societal and familial impact that would occur if someone were to find out, or how it'll affect the children. Totally understandable from her point of view.
Charlotte, thank you for replying, and for sharing. The intimacy between my wife and I, that's completely changed since the kids arrived (almost like she got what she wanted, and doesn't need me for that anymore)... she uses the dressing in such a way: "you know that when you dress, it makes me want you less, it pushes me further away". She uses it against me whenever she wants to strike a blow, it seems, whereas in the early days she actively allowed me to incorporate it. I get being the man for her and stuff, she wants to be with a man and not a woman, and that makes sense, but nowadays it just seems like a cop-out for her when she isn't in the mood.
Fully DADT now, yet she brings it up more often than I do, and it's always in the negative. It's NEVER anything remotely supportive or positive.
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Thank you for the warm welcome back, BeaWhat you said regarding "enough" really resonates with me, and balance has been something that I've consciously had to strive to find. It goes back to finding our boundaries (my wife and I), respecting them, acknowledging one anothers needs. Yet... I feels like I'm the one always compromising and giving away more of my freedom to ensure she isn't "overwhelmed", and so there's just nowhere near "enough" for me, and I am desperately trying to find some answers to help me out.
I ask myself though: if the reverse were true, if she fully allowed me to dress whenever/however, would the brakes on the train fail and I'd explode in a cloud of pink? Would I want to become a woman? Would the family find out? I think that's where my wife may be scared, that she'd give an inch and I'd take a mile, and no amount of reassurance from me seems to matter.








What you said regarding "enough" really resonates with me, and balance has been something that I've consciously had to strive to find. It goes back to finding our boundaries (my wife and I), respecting them, acknowledging one anothers needs. Yet... I feels like I'm the one always compromising and giving away more of my freedom to ensure she isn't "overwhelmed", and so there's just nowhere near "enough" for me, and I am desperately trying to find some answers to help me out.
