My wife thinks that making dinner, or paying the bills, or washing the clothes, or talking with me is showing me that I am loved. This stuff means NOTHING to me. All I want is her desire, nothing else. Everything that she is giving the marriage is the frosting, the cake is her DESIRE. Frosting only has value when it is on the freaking cake.
Whoa. You are in a bad place if you really mean that. What's going on with you man?
Chrome
"Recollect me darlin, raise me to your lips, two undernourished egos, four rotating hips"
