What I Long For

The other day my daughter asked if we could listen to her playlist in the car. No arguments from me. Her current pop music may not be my first choice (or second or third), but it's still fun and catchy. But one of the songs caught me off guard, and I can't stop listening to it now.

There is so much missing in my relationship with my husband. Seriously, so, SO much! Songs like this hit me like a freight train. I want to feel loved. I want a man that sees all that I am and treasures it, adores me, admires all that I am and what I offer him and the world around me, and is proud to call me his love, his confidant, his best friend.

Maybe my husband feels that way, but if he does, he has a funny way of showing it.

So much is missing, and I don't know how much longer I can go on pretending.