“Harry, its not just tonight.” I sigh, shaking my head. “Recently I just dont even feel like your wife anymore. I just…I dont know if I can do this anymore.” I bite my lip, my eyes beginning to form puffy rims.
I grab my purse in front of my vanity, and open my wallet, pulling out a business card I never thought id have to use
“Hey, hey, hey, no.” He grabs both of my hands, taking them in his own as he squats down to where were levelled in height. “You are the love of my life. I love you so much baby, and no amount of women is going to change that.”
Listen, he sighs as if hes forcing his words instead of genuinely meaning them “If its what you really want, I can stay home tonight.” I can already tell that even if he stayed, he would do so in a hostile mood. So before he mutters swear words under his breath, I briskly respond.
He doesnt look at me anymore, doesnt care about what I want before he briskly releases inside of me and rolls off of me in a hurry
“Its our anniversary next week, love. Læs mere We dont spend any time together, we havent had sex in months