I'm leaving by Labor Day if things don't change
S** once every 4 months isn't my idea of a happy marriage. This is already past the point of it being a problem and I'm tired of the same conversations over and over.
I'm tired of our weekends being dictated by your interest in giving more of a damn about your plants and the grass then about our relationship. I'm tired of you being oblivious to how miserable I am.
The lack of intimacy and affection at home is making me aware of just how many other options are out there. I find myself thinking about B. at work and our becoming better friends.
From the outside everyone thinks we are the happiest couple they know. I must have a good poker face if they can't see I'm miserable and weeks away from leaving.
Our vacation is the last chance. If you can't be relaxed and intimate given our plans then it's never going to get better.