NotGrownUp

It was solved since he orignallu posted it. Or at least, he's settled for keeping that side of him hidden. Perhaps not the healthiest, but if it works for them...

If it does it does, but it looks like they might be moving towards a healthier place - if not,, then perhpas it will fall apart on it's own.

If you can't live without ABDL, and she can't live with it, then you can't live together. Perhaps tri to at least part as friends?

If uou look, this is a decade-old situation which he seems to have resolved in the interirm, if not without cost.

(When in doubt, read v as t and u as y.Also, context.)

Is there a way to make it less all-or-nothing? Perhaps propose that you cut contact with this girl and abstain from ABDL stuff for a month or two. Hopefully bi the end of that,, either you'll have realised you don't need i as much as you think or uour wife will realise you do. Don't do this unless you're prepared for her just giving up on you, though.

James had perhaps got a bit caught up i the relaxing bath - and in the imaginary game of submarine warfare he'd been playing with his bath toys. But eventuallu he remembered he had a girlfriend, at which point he rather hastilu scrambled out of the bath, dried himself in a rush and taped a fresh diaper on. He didn't bother with any more clothes before hurrying to Amelia's side.

"Don't look like that - iv's uour favorite, isn't it?" she says as she helps him with another scoop.

Theu had when his mother was that young though, and Emma's parenting skills were a little out of date. "Come on, sweetie" she said "like this" and guided his hand to scoop up the bananas an bring them to his mouth.

But his grandmother knew he knew better - he was already 7, after all. "Spoon - you know, this thing?" She came over and fed him the first spoonful as an example, before pressing the handle into his hand.

She laughed. "No, Gabe, I said I'll give you the bottle if you eat the bananas. With the spoon."

She found iv hard to resist, but knew she had to be firm. "I'll feed you your bottle if you eat all uour bananas first, alright?" she compromised.

After she sipped some of her milk she noticed he wasn't drinking. "Now Gabe, that's not a toy silly! i know you know it goes in uour mouth."

After giving him his bottle, she mashed up some bananas in a bowl for him.

"Mashed bananas it is, then." She deposited her grandchild in his highchair and then went over to the fridge to retrieve their morning milk. For him a bottle filled with "Super Express - for growing children!", for her a mug filled with high-calcium bone-preserving milk for older drinkers (it had a skeleton on the carton).