We Need To Talk

Reader:  I have GOT to get my husband to read this stuff. Somehow. I’m in hell right now; he loves me, probably too much, and that is both not enough and too much. Suddenly I see why. The inability to make a freaking decision, even over the seemingly simplest things, the excess forty, fifty pounds, the directionlessness in his career… I’ve tried to be supportive and properly subordinate but it’s like that just makes it worse. Nagging would only make things SO much worse so I don’t. But the attraction is disappearing, FAST. I am actively holding my tongue! Oh, and the baby-talk. Look, once in awhile is ok but it’s like that’s his default mode when talking to me now. It is embarrassing.

I mean, 15-20 lbs over, I can overlook, sure. I’m not looking for Adonis. but it’s rapidly getting out of hand. Then the way he comes onto me for sex, it’s like, here, I’ll feel your tits. Ready now? Uh, I guess!

Then his coworker shows up… I’m sure you know where this is going. Other guy kisses like he means it, like his entire body and soul mean it. and those eyes! My god, the look in his eyes is killing me. He never blinks. Then touches my face. omg.

I want to make it stop. OR, really, the rational, logical side of me wants to make it stop. The side of me that just wants to live doesn’t care whether living ends tomorrow, or sixty years from now.

Athol: If you don’t give your husband a fair warning, you will have decided to set yourself on a path where you’ll have to live with yourself inflicting the most terrible pain on him.

So hurt him somewhat now and come clean, or let it fester and really destroy him. The Primer should about scare the crap out of him and give him a plan to make changes.

Good luck.