My life wouldn't make it as a novel, but end up as more of a short story.

He asked, She said yes..and they had a beautiful girl.

Ok more like a sentence.


I've hardly talked to him, and he didn't want to talk to our daughter on the phone.
What is marriage anyways? Two people living under the same roof, trying to stay out of the others way.
I don't know what he does, who he talks to...or what he's feeling.
All I know is I'm feeling beat down. Saying "yes" to everything does not make a happy marriage. What happened to passion?! Or sex even?!


When did "I love you" become just a routine