geesh how does one even begin to talk about all of this, but I need to talk about it as just talking with my therapist isnt enough these days it seems.....about 2 1/2 years ago, I met a man who I just couldnt believe was real....he was all the things that I had wanted in a mate....we were married 6 months later...about 2 months after our wedding, my mother-in-law died during a routine surgical procedure and my husband has never been the same since...which is normal and understandable.....the curve ball comes in when we were 14 months ago, and as I was looking at bras that were on sale, he holds up this terribly trashy pair of panties and asks me what do I think? I told him they were trashy and that I would never wear them (I am conservative I guess you could say)....he looked dead at me and told me that they werent for me....they were for him....I about passed out....I didnt say a word as I know that there are men out there that wear womens underwear....and had it stopped there I would have been just fine....but it didnt....I will spare you all the crappy disgusting details and just say the bottom line....my husband has more panties than I do...owns more skirts than I do...more bras than I do....owns a set of bra inserts (you know a set of fake boobs)....he owns make up and has recently purchased a wig....he was dressing in front of me and it ended up pushing me to the edge and I had a nervous break-down...I have still yet to recover from that break-down....he wont let up on me about it....he had gone to not dressing in front of me...but one thing after another has kept coming up...and just as one passes, there isnt enough time for me to recover and another comes along, just like tonight, he sprung me with that he cant keep just dressing behind closed doors and that he has been going in public with his boobs....and that he wants to once again run around our house dressed....I cant watch it....I cant....I just cant...and he tells me that I am being selfish...that its me being unfair....judgemental....so be it....this is where I get off this train ride I have been on....at least I have felt that feeling of love...many go a life time and dont feel it...I have no job, and am disabled due to mental illness....my nerves are shot....I have tried to go back to work...and cant even make it out the front door - the last time I became so over whelmed by the stress that I threw up in the forure and was violently ill for days....I only bring in a little over $500 a month...my 11 yr old son lives with us...so I have a child to raise on that money....my son and I both take medication that is outrageous in cost....I have no car, no where to go...I have no family....my father is dead and I have not seen my mother in years....I am an only child....I am in a rock and a hard place to say the least....my son does not know my husband is a crossdresser....and thank god my son is not his child (son is from a previous marriage)....so there you go...thats my story....I need one of those "calgon take me away moments"..lol...now yall know why I am here...I need a friend...someone to lean on...as I have no one....I gave up my shares in my website a few months back when I had my nervous break down....and so now my mind is left to be the devils play ground.....Cheryl
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