When we checked the weather she said it would be too cold. So I kept prodding her for what she wanted to do. All I heard was what she DIDN'T want to do. I figured that meant another night sitting around the house doing nothing.
The day before Jacki had asked me if I wanted to go out Saturday night. Of course I wanted to but I had to consider my wife first.
When it looked bleak that we would do anything I mentioned to her that Jacki had asked if I could join her. Well she lashed out, "What about me!?" All day long I was looking for something from her, some hint of what she wanted to do, and I got nothing. Suddenly she was offended just at the mention of me getting dressed and going out as if that meant I preferred that to being with her. I had talked all day about spending the entire day and night with her but she remained non-committal. But as soon as it looked like I might make other plans she got pissed.
So I called Jacki and said I wouldn’t be joining her.
My wife and I talked for a while. I told her I felt like a dog to be there whenever she wanted me and to be ignored when she didn’t. I had to be at her beck and call. That’s how I see our relationship.
This morning I got up and she had already left for work. She works a few hours every Sunday morning then has breakfast with her best friend. I had this urge to dress up. I was thinking about doing the whole thing but I knew I didn’t have the strength to go through another battle when she came home to see me dressed. So I just put on pantyhose, bra, skirt and top. Suddenly I was happy again! I knew this is what I will wear next time out and I started thinking about going out.
When I heard what I thought was the garage door opening I realized I didn’t want to explain to her why I was even partly dressed. I have heard her ask too many times, “Why do you need to have boobs and wig?” So I got up and went upstairs and removed my clothes. As I did I started to feel extreme sadness overcome me. I was holding back crying.
I don’t want to live like this. I want to be me and not pretend to be someone else. I want out of this relationship. I’m tired of this. This scenario never ends. She keeps using my dressing as a trump card. When we argue and I have made some valid points that supports my position she will move the argument to my dressing even though the original subject had nothing to do with it. I’m tired of her hanging this over my head. I want to live a happy and peaceful life. Is that too much to ask?
Sorry to burden you with this but I just didn’t know where else to turn. Thanks for listening.
Love,
Julie
