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I love you, very much, I wake up every day, feeling so lucky, I tell you every single day how amazing our life together is. I try to make you and your family as comfortable as I possibly can, then your parents who are here to help your mother's cancer, getting the best treatment in the world, have a discussion regarding your future and you not being taken seriously.
You come to the Caribbean crying, whining, distraught, that I don't let you into my dinners. I don't take you seriously, no one takes you seriously, what do other wives do? Why are they taken seriously? You send me a video on porn watching, you want and ask me to give you a role? You start crying again, holding your hands to your head, that you are going crazy with the way I treat you, that I give you nothing to do.
I told you that I thought that we had the best life, and being true partners, taking care of each other was more than I could hope for. You said that wasn't enough for you, you needed something to do. Yesterday, you worked on the design of the bathroom. We had no sex, no hugging, no kissing, no watching television, with huge ice cream etc., no evening, no decent food at all, the refrigerator is disgraceful, no fun, no laughs, no peace and quiet except for the 5 minutes sitting on the beach before we got on the boat back to Isj. But on the bright side, I guess we did finally pick out faucets with low lead.
FYI, I didn't ask about the prescription pad, oxygen, as I didn't want to have another meltdown.
You say you are lucky and happy and then you burst into tears, that no one, including me, takes you seriously. My parents want to know "what I am doing".
You say "I want to be useful to you." But things that are important to me, that I ask over and over, and over, fun, peace, new adventures, get ignored. But on the other hand, the cat has the best food you can find for it, as you spend as much serious time needed making sure that the cat is happy, not too much travel, especially commercial, enough toys, houses, litter, things to keep it content. A nest camera. I will ask today, to do my nails, feet, massage, make food, so that you can do the things it appears you need to do to be happy, and content.
I love you, very much and am trying very hard to understand. After the silliness of dental school was finally over, I truly thought things were beyond great, but realize now that it might have been only a temporary illusion, and that the underlying issue is still unresolved.
