He complains when I don’t tell him what’s wrong. When I finally work up enough courage and tell him, he does nothing to fix what’s wrong. So I’ve decided I don’t care anymore. I’m not going to get upset when we don’t have sex,when he doesn’t kiss me or when he doesn’t cuddle me. I have come to terms with the fact that he doesn’t know how to be affectionate, he won’t work on it no matter how many times I bring it up and I’m tired of bringing it up. So I’m done caring about it,being mad about it or being hurt by it. I’m officially over it. Fuck being mad about something you can just as easily ignore,because apparently ignorance is bliss.
