My husband is an idiot.
He works 100 miles away so I don't see him during the week, so when he does come home, the contrast between the person I think / wish he was is dramatically shown when he's here.
Honestly, other than a smokin' hot body (which he's let go), I'm not sure what I ever saw in him.
I'll elaborate on this more after the holidays.
But I must remember this: It's never, never, never going to work, and I'm never, ever going to be happy with him.
Guilt and pity are not the basis for a marriage. And that's all I've got.
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