I’m scared, but I can’t keep pretending that I’ve got anything to talk to him about anymore. I can’t keep pretending that I’m not incredibly lonely and disappointed, or that it kills me that he can keep justifying his choices that leave me feeling betrayed (not cheating, just devastated) and will never, ever apologize because he values his “rights” more than his wife. I’m tired of my value being a body and “What’s for dinner?” That’s all that’s left of me. I ceased to exist. I think he will only know I’m gone because he will have an empty fridge and kids will need to be driven more often.