I keep having these incredibly difficult dreams in which you are unfaithful. I know that this is my sub-concious manifesting my insecurities about my pregnant body and I have read that this is a normal occurance. I understand how that all works, concern for my ability as a woman to keep your attention while I’m so hormonal and my body isn’t anything close to what you seem to prefer. Getting all this in my head doesn’t make my heart hurt any less when I wake up after seeing your smug and guilt-ridden face. In my dreams, you’re never sorry. In my dreams, you did what had to be done because you have needs and I’m not filling them. In my dreams, you don’t even bring it up, you won’t discuss any options for ways that I could still manage to be of any use to you in the department of intimacy because you simply are not interested. At all. Four more weeks of pregnancy. How long until I resemble the old me? I understand that I don’t need to be afraid for things like this. But I am.
Theme created by David Summerton.
