Accepting the Facts of My Life.
I know my husband doesn't love me.
I know he is no longer sexually attracted to me, and there is nothing I can do or say to change it.
I woke up around 5:00 a.m. New Years day and the first thing that came to my mind was "I can't keep living my life like this." At that point, he hadn't made any attempts to have sex, kiss, hug or anything in well over a year. I looked over at him as he slept with his back turned towards me trying to decide if that moment was the right time to wake him up and tell him that I wanted out of the marriage. But I decided not to do that. I made up my mind that morning that I was going to just quietly prepare for my exit from the marriage. As I lay there thinking and making mental notes, he stirs. All of a sudden he just turns over and climbs on top of me and attempts to jab himself into me. WTF?!! I pushed him away and looked him dead in the eye and told him that I wasn't that desperate and got out of the bed. He looked at me with the most stupid ex
So, that was the day I knew I had to stop trying to figure out why my husband doesn't want me anymore. I don't need to know why anymore. The mere fact that he doesn't hurts enough, and quite frankly I'm tired of the pain. I'm tired of feeling like I've been thrown away.