I am in holiday at the moment with DP and kids. Honestly, after 23 years and a virtually sexless relationship, I think I am done. I think I can cope at home because I am able to lead a seperate life to him but holidays bring into sharp focus the chasm between us. I honestly think he’s a knob 🫣😬
I think we have stayed together for the kids as is the cliche. But there is nothing left to say. He’s currently staggering around the apartment drunk like an absolute dick and I can’t bear it.
How did you know? Was there a flash of lightening or was it a gradual build up?