I’m here, trying fake happiness. I here trying to feel something, anything. I’m here hoping that he will start loving me enough to try even just a little.
I never thought my marriage would be so empty feeling. My heart can’t take this much longer. Our hugs feel forced. It’s clear that he no longer wants me. I’m so alone, this time maybe for good. I’m so tired of begging. I’m tired of never being enough. Once this marriage ends, I’ll be single until the day I die. At least single I won’t have to pretend.