And I’m so frustrated.

This man isn’t even trying.

He’s been lazy . I walk in after work to the WORSE rotten fruit smell, I was gagging. Where was he? Laying on the couch, telling me I was over reacting.

The house? A WRECK. What did I do this week? SPEND A WHOLE DAY SCRUBBING THE CARBET AND CLEANING MY WHOLE HOUSE. And he can’t even take the trash out for me? He fights me on taking the dog out in the mornings to help me out because I drive 1.5 hours to work every morning.

He doesn’t even try anymore. We were supposed to be trying for kids this month, and the only time I’ve ever had a positive ovulation test is the day he doesn’t feel like having sex.

He chooses porn over me.

I don’t know yall. Yes I love this man but I miss who he use to be. The man who would come pick me up with flowers, take me on random day adventures, love to make me feel special, cleaned, made sure he was doing okay worried about himself.

Maybe he lost hisself but he’s making me loose who I am trying to fix him. And I’m pretty broken over it. I’m exhausted taking care of a grown man and try to keep myself up. 😞

I don’t want to do this but maybe a break will make him realize what he has, someone who is trying so hard.