Good Will
A Significant Other View
by Julie FreemanThis article is reprinted with permission from DEVIL WOMAN, the Diablo Valley Girls newsletter. Ms Freeman is the wife of a crossdresser. She can be reached at Julie39@comcast.net
Good Will
During my break between classes, I had a chance to clean house. It had been several months since I had seen the bottom of my closet so I pulled out all the shoes I hardly ever wore (the ones I wore on a consistent basis were found by the bed), layered on top of each other, vacuumed the bottom of said closet and proceeded to sort the shoes and put back in a tidier manner. I soon realized why I had so many layers. There were so many old, decrepit shoes that I decided it was now or never. Into the Good Will bag, the sooner the better. In our house, nothing is thrown out. Every item of clothing, no matter how ragged, gets recycled although I have my doubts that anyone would ever choose such items. From my experience, even the poorest student I know somehow manages to buy designer shoes that I would never consider. I have always resented having to spend money on shoes unlike my daughters who buy pair after pair after pair. I am sure it has something to do my heel spurs and fallen arches.
Some of these shoes not as worn as the others did not even look like they would fit! They were not even my style! But because as I mentioned I have had trouble with my feet over the years, I was only mildly curious as to why I bought such uncomfortable-looking footwear, probably back in those days when I had no problems!. But memory fails over time so without hesitation into the Good Will bag without so much as a backward glance.
About two weeks later, when it was about 100 degrees, and I was enjoying a nice cool shower, my spouse asks,"Have you seen my white sandals? They should be in your closet?"
Oops! A sliver of fear slices through me. Oh no! Those raggedy, decrepit shoes were not mine! Those uncomfortable high heels were not bought by me during a fantasy period? They were Donna's! What the heck were they doing in MY closet anyway? Can't Donna keep her shoes in her closet! After all, she has several closets (yes, several times plural), so why does she need to encroach upon my small storage area.
Anyway, thank goodness for Good Will. I had not had the time yet to take the bags to the Good Will truck. That was on the agenda for the next day or so. Thank goodness DVG was meeting that night and it was so hot that Donna decided to wear those sandals.
As you can imagine, all of the other items -worn, delapidated, uncomfortable, large - were Donna's also. How nice to be saved a trip to the Good Will truck. And how lucky for me that I had not yet gotten rid of all those shoes. For I would never have heard the end of it.
But in all fairness, just how many closets does a girl need anyway!
