Yep, my Grandmother was fueled by canned fruit and home made ambrosia. The ambrosia was a tradition. The newest woman to marry into the family got to peel and quarter the grapes for the ambrosia. It was a way for my Grandmother to have some quality, uninterrupted time to get to know and to pass on necessary info.
Yesterday was a little fraught. In conversation with my wife, she made a disparaging comment about my choice of underwear. The first, but it was predicated by an unnecessary comment by me. And it probably wasn't even meant to be disparaging, just my overactive imagination, since, after the comment, her attitude and tone didn't change from loving and accepting.
Today I am going to try some different things I haven't done. I have been keeping one of my nails painted with a clear polish to help with a splitting problem, and today I am going to do all 10. I don't know if I will leave it all on tonight, probably not though. I think I have pushed my wife enough for now. I want to try something different today because yesterday I had a pretty bad bout with jealousy. While getting a ride from my neighbor she was wearing shorts and had smooth legs and that is something I really wish I could do without my wife freaking. I told my wife a couple of weeks ago I would like to see what my legs feel like smooth and that was a no-go all the way around. And of course the thought of shaving had me realizing my neighbor didn't have to spend time in the mirror shaving her face yesterday either. I really wish a frustrated scream could come thru text. Anyway, I am hoping for a better day, so I will be taking steps to have one.
Yeah, I know, if my wife hasn't figured something out she is blind as a bat. And we all have a little more info than she does. And, let's face it, even if she hit on this exact thing, she would toss the thought out immediately as just being silly. She has known me for a quarter of a century, I am sure she would feel like she would have recognized at some point that I am a woman. Ain't that a hoot. It's been a part of me for a half century, and I never consciously knew. If I could hide it that effectively from myself, she had no hope of picking up on it. I expect when I do tell her, it will have been in her thoughts a very unlikely possibility though.
I want and need to tell my wife, I am just terrified of course. My tdoc wants me to wait though. She didn't explain why. It was all thru text instead of voice, so no body language or voice inflection to go on and I don't really know why. She has been believing that my wife will be more accepting than I have thought, encouraging me to acknowledge that things change and that tomorrow I very well may feel differently. So I don't get the holdup. I am going to listen to her and trust her, and not just because I am terrified of that conversation. I know that in June I am going to start my medical journey, and my tdoc may be waiting for me to start HRT. That kind of seems like a bad idea, but I do trust my tdoc, and see above about terror.
Well I hope everyone has a good end to your weekend.
Allison