I thought we were supposed to bond and satisfy each other. I was warm and cuddly, and wanted to be loved. Was I naive to think that's what marriage would be?

But right away, he got consumed with his stressful job. He was too angry and didn't have that playfulness that I thought he would have. He would just go to sleep, stressed out.

Then started me finding fault with him in bed. That was the fatal mistake.

Then we got into the pattern of neglect, fighting, then make up sex.

Then I stopped letting this happen any more.

We had a few good weeks before our anniversary. Magically, all was fine. But then it all turned to hell now.

Tonight he came home and we yelled at each other. I cried. Then we watched TV and he went to bed.

Maybe nothing will change. Maybe it will change soon. IDK