I don't know where this is going, but it can't be good.

He says he cares about me, but he's not in love with me. He won't kiss me or touch me but still expects sex. (HA! Yeah right, buddy!)We're in separate bedrooms too. He won't go to therapy; he stays home depressed since he came home from war.

I feel trapped. I'm missing the best years of my life. I don't know why, but I still love him. This is so messed up. I'm disappointed in myself. I should be smarter than this.

I'm going to see a therapist on Monday. Can anyone offer me some chicken
noodle soup for the soul?