My husband and I sleep in separate beds, though in the same room. One night he slipped into my bed, hugged me, and asked why I wasn’t as affectionate and cuddly as I used to be.
In my head, I wanted to tell him it’s because of the weight of everything that’s happened, his constant chatting with random women on Facebook, the times he cheated, the emotional affairs, and even dating Joanne while I was away on vacation. He once told me he felt “compatible” with her.
But all I managed to say was, “We’re not compatible.” He quietly went back to his own bed.
The truth is, I’ve accepted he won’t change not for himself, and not for me. I’m in a transition now, focusing on moving forward. I’ve gone back to work, balancing two teaching jobs and a hospital role, and I’ll be graduating next summer with my post grad. My energy is shifting toward myself, my career, and the life I need to build.