Well this is about the crappiest day ever. I was born in...blah blah blah...yes even I am bored already so consider yourself spared for the moment. I wont bore you with the details of my life as they have happened in chronological order...that would be extremely boring for you.
Getting back to the crappiest day ever. One would like to think that as the significant other in a marriage of say...2, that you would want to feel loved and adored by the first party of the 2 right? Today I found out...not so much.
I have always had this sneaking suspicion that I have loved my husband way more than he's ever loved me. BUT, I have put it into this category: He loves me as much as he can love anyone. RIGHT? *sigh*
One wants to feel cherished sometimes, special occasionally and loved for themselves. Respect...now that's on a whole other level.
I've been married for over two years. During that time I have let things lapse and just went along on certain levels where "possibly" I should have made a slightly smaller issue of it then, so the issue wouldn't be quite so large now.
I really don't want to go into the specifics of it, let's just say that wife had a voice, husband did not listen with a kind ear and now speaks no more to wife. That is my punishment for basically marrying a man that I loved more than he loves me.
