I tested him this weekend.
I gave him a taste of the treatment he gives me daily. His parents came down to visit us and take us out to lunch. I began the day as normal. He was normal too. No ‘good mornings’, no kiss, nothing. Just plodding on with life, doing our parts and getting by. I changed tactic. For my own sanity, I tend to lead the affection in our relationship. Not that I feel much for him any more. Yesterday there were no casual touches, no holding hands. I waited for a singular touch from him, a brush of his hand against my back or a stroke on my leg as we sat down to lunch beside each other. I waited and received nothing.
Just one gesture.
It’s all I want.
He hasn’t touched me for weeks.
So I didn’t touch him. I didn’t reach out and…
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