Uri hasn’t touched me since we returned to London. He spends most his time working. Most nights he is at one of his clubs. I am tired of this.
I won’t beg him for sex. It’s not like we don’t talk. We talk whenever he is around but he has become more like a friend than my husband. Even the cuddling at night has stopped when he is not off at the club.
Donatella has talked me off the ledge a few times. It has been a month, an entire month without my husband placing a finger on me. I have packed my bags at least once a week before Donatella drags them back to the room to unpack them.
I have started to work out twice a day just to keep from blowing up. I would think he’s fucking someone else if it weren’t for the hungry looks he gives me when he thinks I’m not looking. I don’t know what to do. I have never been in a relationship like this one.
Honestly the few relationships I have had didn’t last that long at all.
