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Recently I wrote a post concerning the reactions from my past two wives when they were confronted with my gender issues. I left my current partner Liz out because by her own admission she has always viewed me as a woman.
To rephrase what I wrote in the recent post, my first wife was fairly bland when it came to dealing with me being a cross dresser. Back in those days also the word transgender was not even known. So it wasn’t even a discussion point.
All of that changed with my second wife who I was destined to be with for twenty five years before her death from heart problems at the age of fifty. She was as stubborn as I was and we became embroiled on numerous occasions. All of which were caused by me wanting to go further and further towards living full time as a woman.
Several times I remember vividly.
The first (of many) occurred when we lived just Northeast of Marietta, Ohio. It was a time of my life when I was really starting to find success going out and experiencing life as a feminine person. To “manufacture” more reasons to go out when she wasn’t home, I began to do things like the grocery shopping. When I did it, I slowly expanded into doing other kinds of shopping too. All of it worked well until I accidently ran directly into my wife’s boss in a store parking lot. I thought I succeeded in passing him until…
