Sign Here

"Nothing's changed, just rearranged" --Michael Penn--

I didn't have to wait long to find out what she had in mind for our contract. Late this morning she sat me down and handed me a piece of paper. The agreement is for six months, while both of us are in individual counseling, and perhaps some couples counseling as well.

Once again, I'm taken aback by what she believes is going on in my head. The restrictions listed will not be difficult for me to agree to, as I'm not really doing any of them anyway. The relevant items call for no crossdressing in public, excepting my support group, and not violating our privacy on public blog postings. This blog is no longer public, so that's not a problem. And my opportunities for public dressing are miniscule at best.

The surprising material was regarding sexual matters. Sexual activity will be limited to one another (I agreed to this when we got married, and haven't messed that up yet). No meeting strangers from the internet. No emotional affairs via internet or phone. I am truly astounded that this is what she believes I'm heading for. Granted, things have been cool between us lately, but my libido is pretty well nonexistent. I like sex enough to get through it, but I don't really miss it much when it's unavailable. She is really worried about nothing.

I really don't know what I should demand. She's not really tieing me down anymore than I already am. I think I should insert some sort of stipulation for her, but I have no ideas. Her promise on the agreement is to commit to try to improve her own emotional state. Pretty vague, huh? Maybe I should make her promise to read True Selves or something similar, to get a better understanding of the inner workings of my head. I won't sign anything till after my counseling session next week, so any provocative ideas are welcome.

On the plus side, she called me at work tonight just to say she loved me. Let the healing begin.