My wife doesn’t know the first thing about me

Nor does she care…but that's a separate issue.

I have never had a heart to heart with my wife. She's not good at those things. I'm terrible at them with her. So I don't know what makes her tick and because she hates me, she won't share. Sharing means she cares. That's repulsive to her. That's what I always observed.

So it's important to her that I be publicly known as an angry drunk cocaine addict crossdresser. She's invested 100% of her energy for our marriage in propagating and advocating for this caricature.

Here's the funny thing. I'm on Zoloft. Hefty dose. I don't drink or do drugs because the 30 minute buzz results in black hell for a week.

People on Zoloft forget about sex. I certainly have. It never comes up. I just battle every day with keeping my head above the waterline of depression. Yesterday, today, tomorrow.

Our shitty sex life had nothing to do with you. You are not a factor. I don't think k of sex at all. That includes sex with you. Are you sexual? Who knows. Gross to even contemplate. I'd rather read NYT's editorials than have sex.

PS I don't masturbate. I'm too gross.

Anyway, back to my marriage. Do you think we have enough common ground to rebuild? I'm curious what you think!

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