Dogger
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But then, I met a girl. I was finally privy to the cliche mystery of life. This girl liked me. She thought I was attractive. She liked what I had to say. We would lay in bed together all night making love, talking, holding on to each other like our lives depended on it.
From the moment we got back together, my wife was different. Distant, cold, angry.
Needless to say, I was more than a little put off. I was confused because I felt like she had suddenly become a completely different person than who Id fallen in love with. Like the flipping of a light switch she had changed. Suddenly, whenever we would talk, it wouldnt be about how perfect we were together, it would be about how she wasnt sure she was attracted to me, wasnt sure she was heterosexual, wasnt sure she could ever be happy unless she was able to flirt/fuck whoever she “felt a spiritual connection with”.
But I didnt want to acknowledge that something was wrong. Why, you ask? Because once again I had nowhere else to go. I didnt have a life for myself, couldnt make a life for myself, that didnt have her in it. And her being unfaithful could not have fit that life, so I just pretended it wasnt happening.
Tried to pretend like I could trust her again, pretend that I wasnt bothered by the fact that she was withholding all affection from me and claiming she couldnt feel physical passion while at the same time was sucking off a guy in his parents house and sleeping on his floor so his parents wouldnt suspect anything was going on. For another two years I tried to make things work. Wed have one good day, one bad day, and a month of dead, emotionless nothing. Then the cycle would start again.