Here I am again - living half a life. Sex is non-existent - not my fault. He thinks it's okay to lick me and come in my hand, and that's sex??? If food were up to him, it wouldn't happen. He sees none of the bills. He won't discuss anything. He'll drag along tomorrow on the trip to Cinci, not say more than two words, and nap both ways. He's got an open sore above his right eye that just gets bigger every day and he does NOTHING about it. The SMOKING. Fuck that. WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE????????