Gosh, I never thought of dealing with my wife as "a sadistic exercise" 🙂 All of us have to deal with our Significant Others in a way or another. Sometimes it's easy, most of the times it's hard, and unfortunately for the vast majority the only way to deal with them is never to tell them anything and restrict crossdressing to a very occasional fancy, rarely indulged.

One lesson I have learned by myself, and mostly by observing how others dealt with their relations, is that the secret for a successful, long-standing relationship is to accept everything (except, of course, for physical violence, which is obviously out of bounds). Maybe I've learned that from my parents, or even from my own brother, I don't know. Moods come and go. Even though many state otherwise, nobody is permanently in a bad mood, there are always bright sides. It's just us that focus on the bad points and make them appear far more important than they are. My own wife, for instance, is aware of her bad moods, specially afterwards, and she does often apologize for them — they're triggered by her faulty hormonal system in most of the cases, anyway — but she attaches little importance to them: it's not the "bad mood" that defines her, that's just something that happens to her over which she has little control (but she's working on it!). By accepting that, I can focus on a relation which has 23 good hours per day and perhaps just one hour of tantrums, yelling, and foul verbal abuse — and those 23 hours of a delightful relationship is what counts, really. At least for me!

I love your quote from Dickens, btw 🙂

It usually breaks my heart just to reed how much you can handle (even for a Gemini) urging against all odds to crossdress. It sometimes looks for an unaware reader, like a sadistic exercise. For the ones who follow your precious (and honey, how long) introspective posts on femina, like me, we know well that you are doing it for the care of the woman you love. All of her bad temper days, all her bad moods and refined tricks to avoid your crossdressing maybe painstakingly difficult, but you surely can say, inspired by your Dickensian title “(…) and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me (…)”. Also quoted from Great Expectations, of course. We know that all difficult hours you endure are simply evidence that you were born as good soul.

Kisses, and the all best
Claudia