How in the WORLD did a formerly-beautiful, formerly passionate, formerly interesting, formerly Miss Merry Sunshine, formerly dance-'till-I -drop...morph into the blob I feel like now?
My husband is unashamedly uninterested in all the things that used to make him and ME happy. He has turned into a heavy-drinking dud who wants nothing more than to hang with his buddies; recently disabled, he uses that as an excuse to turn his back on me and withhold the affection and physical fulfillment I need...I am having wet-dreams, for crying out loud! I, too, was forced to quit work after a long and sucessful career and it is hard enough for me to keep MY spirits up every darn day when moving around in a wheelchair is so limiting, BUT, he and I could be having the times of our lives if he weren't so dis-interested in anything except his beer and his buddies?
Oh, I can still 'make' him ready for sex but I am tired of it being always me and I am devastated by crying myself to sleep on my own side of the big bed. I do not condone adultry but I am slowly turning into someone I do not care to be: a brittle, dry twig, ready to snap and break.....