I don't know why I'm so suddenly against him in so many ways. He came to bed last night, I made a point of not touching him. I'm not cleaning up his dishes or the mess he left in the living room. I just don't give a shit. To be honest, I could move out tomorrow.
Except I know these feelings aren't permanent. As soon as he came into the room and asked if I wanted to come out and watch a movie yesterday, my whole demeanor changed. Of course, then it changed back when he spent the whole time sleeping and didn't even touch me.
Karl was wrong. I'm not some sex-crazed horny person, I just want to be touched. A hand on the shoulder, a toe in the ear. I want to be acknowledged and appreciated. Is that so bad?
