She can’t even bring herself to look at me without wincing. I’ll admit I’m not perfect, but I can’t continue to stay in a house where I’m not loved, needed or respected. During the past year I’ve completely buried myself in work. I’ve told my boss that I’m up for all the hours and projects he wants to throw at me.
I’ve done weekends, nights and even Christmas Day. Yes, I’ve earned an absolute fortune, but is my snarling wife sympathetic or grateful? Is she heck. All she ever says is that I’m a loser and I make her sick. Apparently I’m untidy, annoying and completely useless in bed. She claims I make Mr Bean look like George Clooney. A few weeks ago I suffered terrible chest pains while driving the car. I honestly thought that I was having a heart attack and I swear I saw a look of hope on her face. I begged her to take the wheel and drive me to A&E, but she complained she had shopping to do and insisted I get the bus, on my own, instead.
As it turned out, I only had severe indigestion, but her lack of care and concern has stayed with me. We no longer have sex. She hasn’t smiled at me in two years, although I know that she is the life and soul of the party when she goes out with her mates. I’m always being told how funny she is (you could have fooled me). Any time I’ve tried to make the effort with chocolates, wine or a weekend away in a hotel, she’s always thrown my efforts right back in my face. I hate to sound so down, but my life really is horrible. How can she bear to be so nasty towards me when all I’ve done is strive to be the best husband I can? Even her own parents secretly tell me they’re ashamed of the way she kicks me around.