This marriage gig. It's hard. Hard like nothing else. Sure I have "I-don't-wanna-be-a-parent" moments, but I have "I-don't-wanna-be-a-wife" DAYS. Weeks.
And each one feels like forever.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Coast without communicating. Up. Down. Down.
How am I supposed to help, love, honour, live with a man who calls me a c-word?
Wish he'd get his ass up off the effin' floor. I want a partner, a friend, a lover, a co-conspirator, a post for leaning, a hand for holding.