Our first New YEars as a married couple. We’re expecting. No emotion. No affection. If there isn’t a party going on for New Years then he isn’t interested.
I will never be able to fulfill his needs and he will never be able to fulfill my own.
One day, I will be married to a man who truly love me the way I need and deserved to be loved. My inner conflict is dwindling. Love and common sense are not at each other’s throats. Love is fleeting. My perspectives of what I thought my life was, or what I made myself believe it was, has been harshly corrected int he past few days.