Even the way he moves in bed makes me want to stab myself in the eye with a fork.'įork-induced eye injuries notwithstanding, these admissions don't necessarily mark Shelly's marriage out as unusual. If he leaves the dishes expectantly in the sink, it makes me furious.
Our love-making is performed mostly out of habit. But it isn't exciting or even interesting any more. Maybe that's the problem – things are fine. 'I am married, rather begrudgingly, to a man who no longer makes me feel anything,' writes Shelly in her blog, Confessions of a Wayward Wife.
