We went out tonight and we were all dressed up. As we got ready, she looked incredible. She got her nails done, new dress, new shoes, and it made her look…hot. I even helped her pick out her shoes! She even flirted a little. She just had it all going tonight. We had an awesome night out. Great times with great people.
And as we pull in the driveway…any interest, any attention, any chance of intimacy, any momentum from the whole evening…gone in a sentence. She needs to get stuff ready for work tomorrow and doesn’t have time for any “us” time.
Again…”we” are the last priority. Again and again. “We” are always last on the list, and that always gets cut.
It wasn’t always this way, but it feels like it’s always this way now.