Just wondering when things around here started to change. When did Mare and I stop communicating? When did the wedge of animosity get driven in between us? It seems like we live two separate lives and we sort of spend a few minutes playing catch-up at the end of the day. Not even because we care all that much, just out of some form of marital obligation maybe? It feels so weird to sit at a table and ask how her day was and then to get a “it was OK” type of statement from her. It’s similar to sitting with a teenager and asking them how school was today. She doesn’t really want to share, just has to be polite I suppose. I don’t know how much longer this can carry on. When am I going to lose it and figure out how to make my self feel better.