In retrospect ...
My wife arrived home today.
We talk about how things had been with her. At some point in the conversation:
"I went for a drive yesterday."
"Oh ... where to?"
"Portsmouth."
"What did you do."
"I had a makeover"
Moments of silence.
"A makeover?"
"Makeup ... clothing photos."
"Oh."
No freaking out. Just an acceptance. An acceptance ... not a resignation.
She doesn't want to know my other name yet. Not sure about seeing the pictures.
A little later when she is checking email I mention that the pictures are on the computer. So we look at some of them together.
No freaking out .. but later I learn that seeing me with makeup and hair ... not just the clothing ... is kind of a shock. A different kind of ball game. But still she accepts me ... is willing to see where it leads. She doesn't understand it ... but nor do I.
She prefers the pictures in the white blouse and skirt ... the short black dress it too ... well sexy or something. That's why I like them best I guess.
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