I Live In a Sexless Marriage
I have just completed my third month out. I left on September: she stays with our two kids at -my former- home, I live now in a small apartment close to them. It is hard, I feel lonely, but as you can see it is possible. Kids are OK.
We are now separated. Emotionally speaking I am still involved. I still love her and regret that our ways diverged. It is painful. No an easy way. But it was possible. There is a life ahead, I thought it was going to come faster, still have not found a woman I like that likes me, and I am realizing that maybe that will never come, although who knows?
But at least I am not rejected every week. Unger has dissapeared. I know I will not have sex and that is much better than expecting it and find a "Nooooo" after a "nooooo" and wonder if she really loves me or not. Today it is a fact. She does not, she had not for a long time, and she will never do anymore.
Something new is ahead. Not easy, but possible.
We are now separated. Emotionally speaking I am still involved. I still love her and regret that our ways diverged. It is painful. No an easy way. But it was possible. There is a life ahead, I thought it was going to come faster, still have not found a woman I like that likes me, and I am realizing that maybe that will never come, although who knows?
But at least I am not rejected every week. Unger has dissapeared. I know I will not have sex and that is much better than expecting it and find a "Nooooo" after a "nooooo" and wonder if she really loves me or not. Today it is a fact. She does not, she had not for a long time, and she will never do anymore.
Something new is ahead. Not easy, but possible.