It was a rough evening, admittedly I was feeling emotional, as it was our anniversary, and NG did not even have the courtesy, or care, to acknowledge the card I had sent. I thought I'd be OK, but as the day progressed, the burden of hurt got unbearable. I suppose its the culmination of many things, mainly the fact that he just wants to move on like nothing happened, while I feel the lack of closure is now intolerable.
In many ways, I feel like I'm allowing myself to be taken fpr granted. Take dinner last night. We had the usual exchange about what shall we do, and in the end, we felt like staying at home and having a quiet meal. While I was in the kitchen, NG continued with his emails. Now, we have had this discussion before, about how cooking at home is a joint decision and activity, even if he is just having his beer at the breakfast counter, it just is more companionable.
It also feels like the relationship is receding away from any meaningful intimacy. OK, we cuddle up as we sleep, and have a terrific physical life, but it is based on implicit feelings. His lack of endearments, except in direct response to anything I initiate, is, frankly, off-putting. Like it is a duty he is going through the motions, and why, I'm not sure.
I suppose its the culmination of many things, mainly the fact that he just wants to move on like nothing happened, while I feel the lack of closure is now intolerable. 
