I want to feel like I did years ago. I want to feel s*** and attractive, to get flirted with and have butterflies again. I miss good s**. I miss satisfying s**. It wasn’t this hard until you. It used to be a given that I would get to come, too. I don’t know how I wound up marrying someone who doesn’t automatically do that. Yet it’s still my fault because I’m too difficult. I mean, it was fun while it lasted, but it didn’t last long enough. So here I am, so very disappointed again. And salt to the wound? It’s getting harder to achieve it on my own.