Instead of working I’m making cards. It helps me to focus on the task at hand and not think about life.
Our fight has dragged on and on. The Cold War is still going.
I try to cuddle him in bed every night and it’s like cuddling a dead fish.
28 years is a very long time to spend with someone. I’ve lived with him longer than I’ve been with my parents.
Every time we have a big fight I wonder if I have enough energy to go on. To fight this battle. To still be man and wife.
Is he having second thoughts? Does he view me as his wife ? Or just trapping both of us in this marriage so he doesn’t lose face ? So our family is still a family.
It doesn’t matter anymore. It is what it is. Then why are there tears running down my face ?