I argued her down to the fact I’d like my own little wardrobe, as it felt wrong to wear her stuff which was okay-ish.
Until one day when she was at work I tried out my wig and make-up techniques.
She was not impressed.
I had done it without her knowing and now my best wig is probably under the floorboards or in the bin.
Sadly I’m so far back in the closet I’m finding Xmas presents.
Anyway, no accumulating everything in secret, dressing in secret and socializing in secret.
Our genetic relationship is fine, but the other relationship has been set back to the stone age.
Things may change.
I just hate having to do this in secret now.
I don’t like being this dishonest.
But it’s something forced upon me when I was expecting change.