Nope.

I'm not the best wife. My head is down. I'm trying to figure out how the fuck to cite this part of my group paper. And next I will pack up lunches. Take a shower. Try to talk myself into trying the pre-diabetic diet. Give L a shower. Pack up for a day of studying. Start the dishwasher. And then try to learn neuroanatomy catch up on lectures go to the library (or museum) place a grocery pickup order and fold laundry. Probably leftovers for dinner. And maybe a lecture. And you come at me talking about Do I Want To Open Up the Relationship Is That My Endgame By Wearing Fishnets To Work Twice.

Bitch, I am barely existing. And if we're talking different futures that are appealing? I'd rather have a small house BY MYSELF. I'm used up. I'm exhausted. I do not want to be touched. And there is a small number of people I want to have around my daughter most of whom I already know and don't think of romantically. I want YOU to step up and do the work to repair the damage you've done and stop YELLING AT ME for GARMENT CHOICES.

But I do not say any of that. I keep working on my paper. And cry. And once you've left I make myself a second cup of coffee and write it out.

I would be excited to sleep in a bed by myself while you're out of town but that room is a fetid pit and I don't know that I want to clean it. I don't know that I want to do much of anything anymore with this person. 

...

But it's not just me, is it?

Nope.