I'll never forget the day my husband came home from work and just fell asleep on the couch without even saying hello to me. That was the last straw for me. I'd been feeling so suffocated by his complete lack of interest in sex for years, but that moment... it was like he didn't even care about me anymore.

I try not to think about it too much these days, but sometimes when I'm alone in my kitchen late at night, wearing this apron and cooking up a storm... I just can't help but feel this overwhelming sense of longing. Longing for something more than the empty, loveless existence I've been living with my husband.

But who am I to complain? At least he's still there, right?

You see, it all started when we were younger and I thought our relationship was perfect... or at least as perfect as you can get when you're barely out of your teenage years. We got married young, and I always assumed that sex would be a regular part of our marriage. But as the years went by, my husband just became more and more distant.

He'd work long hours, come home late, and expect me to just... well, take care of him, I suppose. Cook his meals, clean the house, but never really connect with him on any level. It's like he thought I was some kind of servant or something.

And don't even get me started on our sex life... or lack thereof. He'd occasionally come to bed late at night and just expect me to roll over and let him do his thing without so much as a kiss or a tender word. It felt so impersonal, like I was nothing more than a warm body for him to use whenever he pleased.

But then there's him... my little "petite" friend from work. His husband is just the most adorable man, and every time they're around each other, it's like they're two peas in a pod. They make me feel so... happy. And when I'm alone with them, just talking or laughing together, it feels like there's this connection that I've never felt with my own husband.

But of course, that's all just daydreaming on my part, right? I mean, I'll never leave my husband for him. We're married, after all... and besides, I'd never be able to fit into the petite's husband's pants anyway.

It sounds so ridiculous when you put it like that, doesn't it?

Ugh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so personal with a stranger. It's just... sometimes when you're feeling as lonely as I am, you need someone to talk to who won't judge you or tell you what you want to hear.

What about you? Do you ever feel like you're stuck in some kind of rut and can't find your way out?