I’m sad. My marriage is stressed. I miss my childhood dog, of all things. I feel guilty for the times I didn’t treat her perfectly. I haven’t accomplished what I wish I had accomplished by this point in my life. I can’t really talk to my wife. It’s a lot of games and not anything really authentic. She doesn’t know how to give me what I need and I don’t know how to give her what she needs. But I’m the only one who has to pay for not being able to give the other person what they need. She fakes it much better than I do and I don’t really care that much about her being like a guy friend. I have guy friends I can talk to. She has her own friends too, though I don’t know if she confides in them the way I confide in mine. This is a mind f*** time we’re living in.