I don’t know how my marriage got this dead.
Even for an ALCOHOLIC marriage, it seems particularly pathalogical.
I think my husband and I probably exchanged ten words between us tonight.
The kids and I have gone on vacation this summer, to an outdoor concert, to friends’, to the pool, etc. etc. etc. and he has not come with us once.
Sometimes there is an excuse – like for the vacation but other times he doesn’t even try to pretend there is a legtimate excuse.
“No,” comes the reply if the kids or I ask him if he wants to go.
The kids ask him? Ha! Who am I trying to kid? They don’t ask him. They accepted his absense long ago.
I don’t even know if I am mad any more.
Maybe mostly just dead (to it.)