[Hexed Private]
And once again we've returned to this. I spend my days in near silence, living with a man who has no interest in speaking to me. I have no one to talk to about our problems. I am supposed to have all of the answers for people. And I do. So why is that I cannot provide any of those answers for myself?
I know it's all my doing. I know that. I can't blame him for being upset, but at the same time I resent him for hating where I've failed. It isn't as though I don't want a child. Dear Merlin, I want a child more than I could ever express. I want for us to have a family together. He would be such a wonderful father.
But if I cannot give that to him, I don't know how strong our marriage will be. I don't know if he will ever be able to overlook what's missing. And I fear, deep down, that he will not be able to love him as he would be able to if I were a mother.
It truly is amazing how large a bed can feel at times. I know he is next to me, but he is so far away. All I can do it wait for the day he comes back to my side of the bed.