I Live In a Sexless Marriage
so illustrative:
i have been wanting to cut my hair into a shorter style that i know looks good on me for some time. finally went and did it yesterday. i love it. so me, and this is very similar to how my hair was when he and i met.
so my daughter looks at me and says "mommy did you get a really nice haircut? i love it!!!!" with enthusiasm and sincerity.
he walks in, looks at me, and says nothing. but the expression on his face? not good.
i've come to expect that.
but, here, in one experience, crystallizes: i feel like a defective piece of furniture when he looks at me.
whatever---it's time to start living for me, and doing what *i* like from here out.
i have been wanting to cut my hair into a shorter style that i know looks good on me for some time. finally went and did it yesterday. i love it. so me, and this is very similar to how my hair was when he and i met.
so my daughter looks at me and says "mommy did you get a really nice haircut? i love it!!!!" with enthusiasm and sincerity.
he walks in, looks at me, and says nothing. but the ex
i've come to expect that.
but, here, in one experience, crystallizes: i feel like a defective piece of furniture when he looks at me.
whatever---it's time to start living for me, and doing what *i* like from here out.