We don't sleep together. Six years almost to the day. Too long was the abuse and I've got used to it now. The more I wanted him the more he drew away.
Funniest thing I've seen recently is the pub he devoted himself to knocked down.
He's ill but we're married. I have an obligation. He's never had much work in him. I'm keeping the family together a penny at a time not for the first time.
If I mention I'm going out - even to aldi - he wants to come with me. He makes a scene. He was never interested in anything I did before.
I've turned from being his floozy to the mother of his children to a nursemaid.
I feel harsh if I say no but if I push him about responsibility he gets defensive and aggressive. I'm trapped.