I spent part of the night on the couch. She came and got me at 5AM. I lied and told her I laid down because I wasn't feeling well.
I'm pretty furious with her. I think that it drives her nuts that this isn't about her. She complained last night that I seem to enjoy sex more now - she actually complained about that. She's quite worried about what I'm going through, and how it will impact her sex life. She's never spent much time worrying about mine, I can tell you that. I was sitting there thinking "wow, I pray for death lots of nights, and you are mostly worried about sex. OK." Her perfect little life is going to be upset, possibly, and this is just intolerable. (I'm thinking "wow, like my life isn't going to be disrupted?")
Our relationship works as long as I'm the one doing the giving. I give and give and give and give. This time I need help - so we're in trouble.
I am on my own here.
