I have a confession to make. This is very difficult for me to write, as it is part of all of the shame and disgust I felt (that still haunts me in the background, if I am honest) and that kept me silent for so long.
There was a time, early in the relationship, when I didn’t mind the crossdressing. It was something we could share in private. It was “our secret”. There was something intoxicating about that. He didn’t seem screwed up about it and he made me feel special for being the one he could share this with. It felt like love. I wanted to be loved.
Please forgive me.
And that’s all I can say today.