If I could split apart into two of me, I’d definitely be attracted to myself. My confidence is nowhere near the proverbial roof, but I know I have a nice figure and face and I know that generally I can be funny and kind. All good things. So why do I feel this way? Why do I have to sit here and feel unfuckable because the person who should be doing that with me, won’t? I’m not a cheating sort of lady, last year’s unfortunate tiptoe into emotional infidelity aside. I am so sad and lonely a lot of the time and that within itself pisses me off because I really don’t think I deserve it. I’ve been honest, I’ve told him everything, I’ve tried to understand him. I’ve tried to help him understand me. I feel like I’ve bent too much and I feel broken. No matter what he says and promises, he seems more interested in his own pursuits than he is with his wife.