Stolen from TV chix

should count himself lucky. Allegedly. Hmmm.

Despite no longer having to face the weekly grind of a 9-5 (I know, I’m very lucky), I still find that I’m quite excited at the prospect of the weekend. Having given it a little thought, whilst sipping yet another cheeky gin and tonic, I’ve decided that this is because I get to spend the weekend with the ‘Usbund...who some of you might know as my girl, Daniella.

Now the boring truth is, my fella works very hard during the week, in his very manly type job, in order to provide well for us. It’s not all lipstick and stockings. As such, I enjoy our down time at the weekend.

Recently, I’ve been receiving a few messages that tell me how fortunate my fella is to have such a supportive wife...and I feel compelled to put the record straight here, once and for all. Sure, it’s true that all this girl ‘stuff’ used to be quite the quandary, but it’s really not so much these days.

We went for dinner earlier, and were discussing how things have changed in the last year. I was telling the ‘Usbund, with serious indignation, that it was a bit rude that he’d not even bothered to try the new lashes I’d procured for him, and they were still sat on the side in the bedroom. He then admitted that it was indeed a little off that he’d also not tried on that new satin blouse I’d bought him for Valentines either...we both noted that ‘real life’ certainly gets in the way sometimes and whilst he might come across as a bit ungrateful, he wasn’t at all. Apparently it isn’t that, but he does get distracted by other things.

What can I say? I personally think that his head has been turned by some new fur and heels that he preferred, but that’s a different debate that I won’t win, so won’t go there. To be honest, I’m just as likely to be annoyed that he didn’t wear the new shirt I’d carefully chosen for him. However, it did occur to us that it was indeed an ‘odd’ conversation for a hetro couple to be having on a Friday night. Other women argue about who left the toilet seat up, and that their bloke is always in the pub, whilst I’m here moaning about a lack of appreciation for the girly accessories that I’ve lovingly picked out. I realised tonight that, the reality is, it’s all semantics, and the subject matter is wholly interchangeable. Men and women just see things differently, a prioritise things in a different order. This doesn’t change just because you chuck a bit of cross dressing into the mix. Mars and Venus blah blah.

We then discussed how he thinks he’s somehow amazingly lucky to have such an understanding bird that he can be so open with...and this is where we disagreed.

I’m not sure about how you girls feel about *all this*, and I guess that everyone’s situation is completely different, but I really feel, quite strongly, that I am a bit of a charlatan. At least where Chix is concerned. I don’t think I deserve the reverence I seem to get for being so ‘understanding’.

It’s just not that big a deal, if I’m honest.

Sure, I could milk this situation and get loads of credit and brownie points for laying myself bare and ‘putting up’ with all this terrible cross dressing malarkey, but that’s just not how it is...I’d be very disingenuous if I allowed that perception to stand.

The truth of the matter is, I love The ‘Usbund. Full stop. End of.

For those of you that want me to qualify that, because of the crossdressing, I’d just further it by saying, after the initial shock, it’s been something that’s actually enhanced our lives. Dressing brings my fella to life. It makes him happier than I’ve ever seen him in any other situation. What’s not to love about that? I accept that I’m fortunate because he doesn’t want to transition or change our lives (least at the moment) so I don’t have to worry about any of that. I don’t have to deal with other peoples pesky judgements or condemnation, it’s just between us and his online persona, which I’m sure makes life easier for me. He’s also very honest and we talk - about all of it, so I don’t feel the fear or vulnerability that others might.

He is wonderfully happy as Daniella, when the mood takes him, and is content to explore that part of his personality - which only makes life better for me. I get to know every part of him, and he shares all that he is.

What more could a wife ask for in a husband?

Answer: Absolutely nothing.

The truth is, it’s me that counts myself as very lucky for having a cross dressing husband - not the other way round. He is truly the amazing one. I’m just fortunate that he chose me.