Obsession

I became obsessed with checking the number of text messages he was sending and receiving.  Each night when he came home from work, he would go lie down while I made his dinner.  Inevitability, the number of his text messages increased exponentially during that time.  I must not have been doing enough to keep him happy.

One of his complaints about me was that I would not go to the bar with him.  One, we had five children.  Two, we had little money.  Three, I don’t drink. Four, I hate him when he’s drunk. And five, WE HAD FIVE CHILDREN! 

Around this time, our children were grown and I decided to join him at the bar…give it the old college try.  I was immediately hated by every woman there.  Even had one woman try to pick a fight with me while he sat there almost enjoying the attention. Had another woman tell me that we should “compare notes on him.”  What the hell is that supposed to mean?!

I believe he thoroughly enjoyed having women talk about him, even if it caused a fight between us.  He liked the whole appeasing me, apologizing, and of course, the make up sex.  

Our sex life was never lacking.  It was always over-the-top adventurous, but never intimate. He completely lacks love. 

So what is he looking for, because no one could have loved this man more than I?