It's So Cheezy

I don't blog much about myself though in essence this is about me albeit secondary. I sleep alone. I’m sad. No one knows how really sad I am. Talking about real feelings or dreams isn't allowed. Conversations with my husband revolves around either his various pains (back, arm, shoulders etc) or some complaint him to be verbally abusive. His latest forays with dating involve his standardized new alibi of going to his friend Chez's house. Co worker he says. In some ways it's amusing..only the narcissism makes him continue to fabricate. I mildly challenge the lie just so it's understood that I'm not stupid but I keep it mild and avoid conflict that makes it hard on both of us. . What is annoying is that he simultaneously tries to get sex from me. And we have in the past week - my misbegotten idea of trying to salvage something here. And it's a singular lack of any ability to reason through that he would think while hes trying to find women to hook up with that I would be any more inclined. He can hang with “Chez”