I wish my girlfriend let me wear my archaic tiger-print boxers with nonfunctional elastic and holes everywhere. But no, they are retired in the drawer for eternity or until she throws them out without me knowing.
Why do you allow yourself to be kept from doing what you want?
"What I want, Cloud, is to sail the darkness of the cosmos, with this planet as my vessel, just as my mother did before me." - Sephiroth