I came out to my wife around a year ago. It did not go well. Things were hard for a while, but she finally came around to me being trans. Thankfully she is bisexual, but it was still a shock, a huge and very slow adjustment, and her family is super conservative and I'm still not out to them.
Tonight, none of that mattered. We got nice room a few hours from our house. A mini-vacation for there long weekend. Went out for dinner, had some way too spicy noodles.
When we got home, we took advantage of how the room had a bathtub! We ran a bubble bath, and despite the tub not really being big enough for two, managed to squeeze in together, laughing and nearly slipping.
While she rested I grabbed a bottle of wine and some snacks and, of course, we started watching The Devil Wears Prada and had to keep pausing every few minutes to talk and gossip. About two-thirds of the way through, Andy's struggles got a bit too relatable, and we had a good cry, telling each other how much we appreciate our differences, with lots of hugs and "I love you"s before finishing the movie with more laughs.
Sitting I'm bed now next to her writing this, I am son thankful. I've always loved her, that has never changed. Now that I can really be myself, I feel so much more comfortable, happy to share these feminine experiences with her.
(I know nothing about our night should explicitly be feminine, bit that's the world we live in)
I know if always love her, but being a lesbian with her, makes me realise I can love her and make her happy while being happy with her.