Given the current climate bringing out all the bridge-dwellers I won't name change for this.
Last night my dear gorgeous Mr Fickle told me he was worried about me. Apparently I've been tilting my phone screens away from him and I've been very difficult to read. He feels like while sometimes I definitely love him, other times it's like he doesn't even exist.
I told him that there was nothing to worry about, pointed out that it's his birthday coming up at the end of next month, tried to reassure him that I loved him more than anything but he's still quite sad.
I'm definitely not having any kind of affair (I literally have no friends of my own) but I also don't initiate sex very often at all. We've both been quite stressed out recently with a family bereavement, project managing building work and our own jobs, so we've been tired and often a little grumpy. I also have CFS and my fibromyalgia is playing up big time atm. It's getting to the point where I will wake up in the night crying with the pain.
I need to start showing him a bit more attention, even if it's not sexually at the moment. Somehow I need to convince him that he's the only person who matters in the world to me and I have no idea where to even start. So much of my life revolves around him.