I noted again this morning that watching the dog pee sometimes triggers me to also pee... interesting. I've been logging these "events", out of curiosity into what habits I may have developed somewhat unconsciously, although whenever one starts paying attention to phenomena that one imagines one would otherwise be unaware of, as in quantum physics, the particles can start acting like they know they are being watched. However, I felt an urge to pee when the dog did so on the lawn, and I felt an urge to pee when I brushed my teeth, even though I had just gone #2 on the potty and had discharged some #1 incidental to that. I also noted a "latchkey" event last night when I got home from a pub, wherein I peed as soon as I got up to my front door.  Speaking of that, a root cause analysis of the events logged herein leads me to this conclusion: one of the chinks in my armor is, staying out later and drinking more than I intended to, and not being interested in removing myself from the revelry in order to walk out to my car and get a diaper and walk back into the bar and change my diaper in the bathroom, and then rejoin my friends. Or, be the guy who always has a bag with him, which I sort of already am, anytime we go anywhere for more than a few hours. But I hate having a bag at a bar - there is no good place to put it, particularly if you're sitting on a stool rather than a chair - at least you can hang stuff off the back of a chair.  The above circumstances have led me to then decide, when my decision-making faculties have been eroded by soaking them in IPA, that I'll stop free-form weeing in my nappy, and just hold it for the last few minutes, as I'm sure I'll be leaving almost immediately.... then, another round is ordered, or the waitress or bartender takes forever to bring the bill, or whatever, and I end up with pee dampening my jeans or my socks, when I stumble out of the Uber or however I got myself home (I never drive under such circumstances).  SO, I can either stop staying later and drinking more than I had planned to, which sounds like a recipe for sadness, OR, I can upsize my diaper, or, change it preemptively, earlier in the evening, when I'm not as inebriated and more likely to pull of a clandestine diaper swap without attracting attention. Because sooner or later, soaking my pants in my own front entranceway is going to turn into soaking my pants while standing with my buddies outside the bar, at a friend's front door. Holding it is dangerous for me these days, because while I can hold it very effectively, when I reach the point where it gets away from me, there is no reigning that in - it's happening and I am just a powerless bystander.  So I need to be more proactive about this, to ward off that eventuality. The problem is, I'm cheap, fundamentally, so I don't want to discard a diaper before it's time, when half the time, I don't overstay my diaper capacity, and I get home fine, and needn't have introduced one more diaper into the day's allotment. The solution for that is better long-term planning, I guess. Sigh. Wearing diapers was so much easier when someone else worried about how many I needed in a day.  Meanwhile, my wife came home at some point this weekend or early this week, with two more bottles of baby powder for me, or, at least partially for me, because I will note the following: I seem to have started a trend in my household. I started buying diaper cream and baby powder on the regular, 5 years ago when I started wearing diapers all the time. Gradually, buying them became something my wife does when she goes shopping - I never asked her to, but, she's been doing it, usually when she sees them on special. And so, she tends to buy a couple at a time, ergo, she's been storing them on a shelf in our linen closet where extra bottles of shampoo and hand soap and deodorant are stockpiled. That shelf is public domain, so, now my kids seem to be using diaper cream and baby powder at least some of the time - I'm not sure for what. There is usually an open container of each on the shelf in their bathroom, although their consumption rate is lower than mine. I'm not that surprised about the baby powder - when I was a kid, my sister used to floof (I just made that word up) it down the front of her shirt with abandon, whereas I studiously avoided using it when I wasn't in a diaper, because to me, it made me smell like diapers, and I was worried that someone around me would draw an inference, even though I actually quite liked the smell back then. But the diaper cream... not sure. But they smear all kinds of fantastical tinctures on their faces, so maybe it's taking a decade off the tops of their feet? Who knows. 

I'll agree that everyone wants to see an underdog succeed in the end and get their happy ending, but if that happens too quick then that just ends the story. E.g. if the protagonist in a horror film kills (or otherwise stops) the villain in the first 10 minutes, they saved themselves a lot of misery which is great irl but absolutely boring for a story.

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Definitely a primary consideration.  In most relationships, having a secret, other relationship is lighting the fuse for an eventual explosion, and one that will occur, most likely, at an inopportune time and place. My advice would be, if the relationship with your wife is worth protecting, then don't do this. If the value of the "diaper dalliance" opportunity outweighs the value of your marriage, then, end one before starting the other. That's the most respectful approach you can take, and, you also get to choose the time and place for a "controlled detonation", rather than throwing fuel and air into a compression chamber and waiting for a spark to come someday - because it will come.  Also, picture this scenario in your mind's eye: you cheat on your spouse with the diaper lady, who says upfront that she just wants a fun, on-the-side thing, but then her feelings change and maybe she's in love with you, or maybe she wants money, or maybe she's just malicious, or maybe her ex is crazy, or her sister is a troublemaker - who knows. Anyway, at some point someone notifies your wife, and now you have a very pissed off wife who also has within her possession some very weaponizable information - that not only have you cheated on her, but, you were wearing a diaper and snap-crotch short-alls while you did it (for example). It's best to either try and work this into your relationship with your wife, or, go find someone to share this side of yourself with, after respectfully discharging your obligations to your wife. And probably not this person, because, as @Snugglebear_69has pointed out, relational fealty is evidently not a priority for her, so be prepared to be cheated on, at some point in the future, if a closed relationship is what you're after.