We’ve been through every therapist there is. I pleaded with him to go to a surrogate and he refused. Nothing would have helped or mattered.

Now I am set on staying with him, but I don’t give a damn anymore about the sex and the love with him. Just thinking about the next time I have to deal with sex with him is giving me anxiety right now. Ugh.

I’m staying because it’s easiest for me and best for me and my kids financially. And because there isn’t any new relationship I think will ever be for me that would be any better. I’m so over men.