Sometimes I think the Gulf between us is narrow, but very deep. It most likely cannot be closed.
I'd lay odds that after a "horny movie" like 50 shades - If she's not wanting to get fucked she sure is talking about it. To someone. A male. And it ain't me. And she doesn't care that it's not me. I have probably never felt more superfluous - in a relationship (marriage) but in no way essential to Shelly at all. With the exception of computer repairman/song downloader/and...son raiser, I guess.
In absence of the ability to do anything like really want to be with me and do the things necessary to have us together again, I almost wish she actually would do something crappy like a measly "Happy Valentine's" text...or nothing at all. As opposed to the slow death she appears to favor.
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