Today I came to the realization that my wife doesn’t love me. She said she does but her actions over the years, show that she doesn’t. She loves the life that I have given her but not necessarily me.
My wife is a lovely person, whom I adore and treat like a queen. She had been working up until about 3 years ago when she was diagnosed with a disease. She would at times help with household chores when we first were married but doesn’t help with any daily housekeeping. She doesn’t clean, vacuum, wash clothes, do yard work, she pretty much just does the dishes and that’s it.
