When I read your first post on this thread, I could really relate.
I’m tired too. I’m tired of waiting for my W to see that I’m not the ogre she makes me out to be. I’m tired of tip-toeing around my desire for intimacy. I miss being able to talk about my feelings – good or bad, and listening to my W’s feelings – good or bad.
Without worrying about how those feelings will be received.
I wrote an email to W asking if she could possibly try. Just a little.
Before she read it, our darling DD#2 attempted suicide.
W and I aren’t even intimate enough to share our shock and fear.
So W shares her shock and fear with MF. Someone she can trust her feelings with.
And did that email ever make me look like a schmuck.
All I can say for you, LL, is that if you’re too tired to try anymore, maybe you really have to stop trying. Just don’t burn any bridges, OK?
