I know, it’s cliche. Everyone and their sheep is going to be posting about love, relationships and all that romantic crap today but as it’s all happening now and misery loves company, I figure there is no better time.
Our relationship is not great.
I feel like we are two people just existing in the same house.
I actually like it that way.
I like the lack of anything physical.
I like doing my own thing.
I like feeling independent.
It isn’t that I don’t care about him. That’s not the problem.
I believe the problem stems from spending so long trying to make babies that now I’m through with having kids sex seems pointless. It has served its functional purpose and now can be ignored.
I have no idea how to change this perception.
To be honest, I don’t want to.