The other day I set off for work, leaving my wife in the house watching the TV as usual.
I fired up my 1963 T100 hadn’t gone a hundred yards down the road when my engine conked out and the bike juddered to a halt. I walked back home. When I got home I found her in the bedroom. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was parading in front of the wardrobe mirror dressed in my underwear and heavy bike boots, and she was wearing my old helmet and leather gloves.
I am 34, my wife is 34 and we have been married for 12 years. When I confronted her, she tried to make out that he had dressed up in my outfit because couldn’t find any of her own underwear. But when I asked her about the boots and helmet, she broke down and admitted that she had been wearing my clothes for six months. I told her it had to stop, or I would leave her.
She was made redundant from her job six months ago, and says she has been feeling increasingly depressed and worthless. I love her very much, but ever since I have her the ultimatum, she has become increasingly distant, and I don't feel I can get through to her any more. Please can you help?