And we won’t even *TALK* about the fact that our sex life has gone downhill drastically in the last few months. As in, twice since before Xmas. And the one night she’s interested in the past two weeks, I’m not. So there’s no expectation *THERE* until early Feb. at the earliest.
And since Jacob is still sleeping in our bed, it’s not like I can cuddle up next to her anytime I want.
And it’s not like that’ll fix things, just delay the next bad mood for a week or two.
Am I the only guy who tracks his wife’s cycle so that he knows when she’ll be interested so he can adjust his schedule accordingly? hell, I know more about her cycle than she does.
Time to start with the problems I can fix. Not like I can talk to anyone about this, really. All the people I see at work on a daily basis are not typically people I’d discuss this with. Unlike my last job, there’s no hangin’ buddy at the ‘hat, who has similar issues.
No wonder I’m depressed – I’m lonely. I feel like I live alone. I’m so out of sync with the rest of this house, some nights – and days – I feel like I shouldn’t be here, that I get in the way…that the only thing I’m good for is to cook, clean, and do the things that everyone else won’t do.
I should talk to Renee about this – maybe we can work it out together. And after the first week, when things go back to how they were last week, I can start the spiral all over again.
She was right – nothing is going to change. And maybe that’s the most depressing thing of all.