It has been quite a while since I posted on this forum. But I really had nothing of note to write about. I settled into a comfortable routine, a touch of makeup every morning, dressing in my expanding wardrobe of androgynous clothes and remaining entirely in boyish mode and covert except for the occasional times my wife was out.
That all changed three weeks ago when my wife had a fall and had to spend a week in hospital. It was very unfortunate but every cloud has a silver lining and apart from a couple of hours hospital visiting every day and some shopping trips, I was Christina full time. It was a euphoric week as I experimented with makeup and wore my skirts or dress most of the time.
I also spent a lot of time people watching. I realised that most elderly women, at least in my neighbourhood, give very little attention to their appearance when they are routinely out and about. They wear very little makeup and they rarely wear skirts or dresses, more usually leggings or jeans. They 'pass' as cis only because of their hair style, physical shape and accessories such as handbags and jewellery. By the end of the week I realised that at my age external appearance doesn't matter, internally I am a woman.
My wife came home a fortnight ago. She is fine but has to rest up for a few weeks. So fate has cast me in the role of housewife, cooking, washing, ironing, cleaning, shopping, tasks I would probably have resented doing a few months ago as not being 'manly'. But I have found the experience strangely satisfying, reinforcing my femininity.
I will find it difficult when normal domestic life resumes and I have to be the 'man of the house' again but a happy life requires compromise sometimes and I am happy to accept that to keep my family together.
