We’ve been married for a lot of years. I realize the sparks have faded, but I feel like nothing more than your roommate, or worse, your mother. I have to initiate sex with you and because of this, I have waited for you to initiate it. And I waited. And waited. And waited. For months.
You never tell me anything nice about me, without it sounding fake. You never say “I love you” but only “I love you too.” as an automatic response.
Unfortunately, I have found someone who thinks I’m beautiful. He tells me this almost every day and because you never noticed, I’ve had sex with him. And the worst part was…I didn’t feel guilty at all. In fact, I can’t wait to have sex with him again.
He has made me feel better about myself in the last month than you have in the last 10 years. So much so that, shockingly, the guys seem to be coming out of the wood works. It would kill you to know that 3 other men have recently told me how beautiful they think I am.
I want to tell you what they say, so maybe you can appreciate me, too. Because I love you, not them. But it would just fly right over your head.
So, I’ll continue to have sex with my friend, guilt free, until you figure out that I need more than a roommate. I never thought I would cheat on you. But then again, I never thought I’d be your roommate either.