I can only speak for myself. I love my wife dearly and screwed the lid down tightly on polyamory for her, but I don't think I can do it again, not on this. Being a woman, as much as I can manage, is much too important. The last few months since I came to terms with my true self, even without HRT, without dressing, even with the worry about finally coming out to her, have been the happiest, calmest of my life. I can't go back, only forward, no idea how far forward, but only forward.
Catch me when I fall.