This weekend was a disappointment. Half the family ended up in tears. My wife and I fought. The atmosphere at the house is still tense. I had high hopes this year. (I always do) The weather was beautiful. The fogger and the stereo both worked. Oh well. Maybe next year.
I read a few random blogs the other day. Beautifully poetic. I wish I could right like that. I think there was a time when I could. Now, this is as eloquent as I get.
I think I'm glad no one reads this blog. I want it to be something artistic, deep, meaningful. Mostly, it's just a place for me to vent my anger and frustrations. That said, here I go.
My wife has complained that I have been... inattentive, lately. Yet, when I try to hold her, touch her. She doesn't react. Occasionally she turns away. It seems I am wrong no matter what I do. I don't remember the last time she came to me in an amorous mood. I enjoy being the aggressor in our relationship, but I need her to show me that she wants me. I don't think she does, anymore. Of course, that makes me question whether she ever has. How can I know? I love her. I want her to be happy, more than anything else in this world.
Sometimes I wonder if she would be happier if I were gone.
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