Sometimes I think that I’m the crazy one, that it’s all my fault, because somehow I started it. “What now” would be the perfect title for my relationship with this man. Either I’m not giving enough attention, enough compliments going his way or I’m not understanding his feelings. Any morning that I don’t have someplace to be early, I’m expected to stay in bed, watch the news and have sex. Most of the time it’s my job to initiate the sex. If I get up before him, he’s pissed off! So I find myself going along with the cherade so that I don’t start my day with a fight. I’m burnt out!!