Love, life, boredom and acceptance
My husband is NOT the love of my life. Even so, I have stayed... 35 years and counting. What an idiot. But now it's just too late. I have built strong walls around my heart to protect me from his callousness and his inability to ever declare or show love for me. What he does, is provide. That's what he thinks makes him a good husband. Wanting anything else is just me having high expectations from watching romantic movies 😑 !! He thinks real relationships do not have feelings, expressions and depth like you see "in the movies". Anyway.... I'm so over it now but I have learned to live with it, even though a small part of me still wishes that maybe someday I will eventually find the love I deserve. But... maybe I will go to my grave without that deep love and affection I desire. Clock is ticking... Such is life hey. Can anyone relate?
