Or so they tell me.
Since around May, maybe earlier, until 9 weeks ago, my Mrs has been coming home from work, telling me of the ongoing saga that was the on/off relationship between her co-worker, (lets call her Liz for the sake of not repeatedly typing 'co-worker' or 'colleague'), and her now ex boyfriend.
There was something awful happening every couple of weeks.
Every time there was a new tale, my insides boiled with rage that anyone could treat the person they 'loved' in that way, I was mad, I wanted to teach the prick a lesson.
But more than that, I wanted to help Liz out somehow. She doesn't make a lot of money, so couldn't afford to move out immediately as there was never any spare money at the end of the month after paying their cable/internet, food, petrol, his cannabis habit (I will interject here - I've nothing against pot. In my opinion, it's a better drug than alcohol, but spending over £100 a month, using someone else's money is NOT cool).
So cutting a long story short, and sparing you my minuscule efforts of research - copy/pasting stats on domestic violence, Liz moved in with us so that she could save up enough money to fix her car, get a lease deposit together, get through xmas without declaring bankruptcy and then move out and get her own place.
It has been 9 weeks since she moved in.
She did it brilliantly too - Waited until he was at work one day, picked up her rental van, moved all of her stuff out (which included the bed and the telly he played Xbox on) - and left a note saying what she though of him. Karma is a bitch eh?
Liz will be with us for another month or two as I write this. She's a lovely girl, very kind and thoughtful - totally undeserving of the treatment bestowed upon her by her scum-bag ex.
She helps out round the house, helps out with supermarket trips (I drive, my Mrs doesn't and we work occasionally opposing shifts) and we seem to have converted her from a cat-phobic (Didn't know people could be scared of cats) into a cat lover - so much so that she now has a cat lined up to move into her flat with her when she moves out.
We like Liz. She can talk a bit, that is to say - a lot, but I'm not going to count this as a misgiving.
What I will count though, is that she does not know about my transvestic needs.
And while I wasn't phased by telling her (The girl is great with her make up too - a cheeky makeover would be more than welcomed), my Mrs did not want our secret blabbing to all and sundry who she works with. As I said - Liz can talk a bit.
And while my lass does not mind having to educate a few bigots, she does not want to be the focus of a building-wide scandal of whispers and rumours based on half truths and assumptions.
She doesn't want to have to work with anyone who might treat her differently based on my actions and needs. And that is fair enough, we agreed to keep quiet on the matter.
Now, aside from having to be a lot more careful where I leave my clothing and make-up, and having to close my browser every time I leave my PC in-case she wanders past and sees the www.crossdressers.com/forums/ page, it means I can't dress when she is around.
And it limits me greatly. It's not quite as bad as earlier in the year (see http://sometimessamantha.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/finally-release.html for more on that), but it's still a minor frustration to be limited by factors that are beyond my control.
Coping - I've found it helps me to stay up to date on my crossdressing forums and social media sites, remind's me that I'm not oppressed, rather, just delayed.
In many ways it has helped me to re-establish a healthy balance between my male and female 'self'.
And hell, [your deity of choice] knows that it's good practice, this time next year, me and my better half will be married and will be trying to make a brand new human - there can't be a greater limiting factor that is beyond my control than a small person with no bladder or bowel control, who's only means of communication is ear splitting noise.
Will I ever tell our future child(ren) of my secret? Well I've no doubt that will be the topic for another blog on another day.
I would would love to hear from you crossdressing parents whose partners are 'in the know' about their CDing - How do you handle the trials and tribulations of parenthood as a non-fetishistic CD?
Right now though, Liz and the good lady are doing a night shift.
Which of-course means that my current presentation could have been the subject of a classic Aerosmith song from 1987.
...How could anyone not enjoy this? I'm talking to the women and the men with that.
Guys - think it's not for you? I implore you - (I apologise for this cliche) but don't knock it until you've tried it!
Girls - I know, I know, getting dolled up is a fair amount of work. But is it not worth it?
To feel that much better about yourself for trying just a little harder?
I don't want to come off like an ass here - but too many girls just don't try enough, and it's my honest belief that natural femininity is a terrible thing to waste. Next time you're thinking of 'just jeans, Uggs and a cami top' why not go with a nice skirt and top or a dress? Get those legs out and strut your stuff in your bad-ass-est heels, let us know you mean business. Even if its just for Asda!
You might feel a little silly, but people won't be looking at you to ridicule you, they will either want to be with you or be you! You may not care what people think. I thought I didn't.
But the truth is, we all do - even just a little bit, otherwise, we'd kinda be socio-paths.
I should remind you, I don't want you to be too far out of your comfort zone, but maybe the height of your heels out of it - 5" out should be plenty :p
Wow, that kind of went off on a preachy tangent didn't it?
Sorry if that was offensive, but it was heartfelt and well-meaning - I only want everyone to feel as good as I do as I type this.
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And if you're a parent CDer, comments below to answer the question above - I really would appreciate it.
TTFN
Samantha -x-
