From The Basement: Utterly Miserable

We never touch each other anymore, despite my advances. I asked you if you were seeing someone else and you blew me off. Is she at least prettier than I? I am pretty sure you’re seeing someone else. You come home from a 4-hour haircut smelling like cheap perfume. You work late but your paycheck doesn’t have any overtime on it.

You’re also abusive. You’ve never hit me, this much is true. But you control every penny of our finances and make me feel like a spendthrift for daring to need a new pair of jeans since my old ones fell apart. You get mad when I need things like shampoo or soap and I have to beg for $10 to put gas in the Jeep.