I think I'm going to lose my wife. I just do. I believe that I just can't make her happy, and I can't make myself happy...well, period.
After the yesterday of Not Talking, it's like I feel disconnected from her in some crucial way that can't really be fixed now, like... that's it, it's time to detach, time to give up.
I just ache, but I don't feel like I can trust her to be there for me, so I'm not going to ask anymore.
Nor do I think I have the right to ask. I have let my bitchy self say it firmly one too many times.
I go by Hylierandom. This is a blog about my life. Which might actually be getting better. Some of the posts are going to be really sad and triggery though. Guaranteed to contain lots of brain flakes, which are really nutritious and will help you go to the toilet easily.
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