Punching BagI guess you are in a ****** mood tonight. A bad mood and a sleeping pill is a great combination. "In vino, veritas" I suppose. I am having a blast listening to you list my faults as a husband. Please go on some more about how much more you invest in the work of our household than I do (untrue). Tell me again how awful it is to be around me. The fact that you feel justified in hurling verbal insults at the person you are supposed to love and support is telling.
Emotional abuse is only effective if the target let's it be. Right now I am just ignoring your blathering. I guess if this is the way you feel, I can understand why you won't have sex with me.
Living in a private hell from which there seems to be no escape. Where to go from here? Guestroom? Then where?