@XneedsHelp 🙁😥 hugs you tightly ❤
@Tinywhisper11
@XneedsHelp heyyyy! Are you saying your cuter than me 😮😮😮 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 stitch is soooo cute😍
@Tinywhisper11 Lolol
@XneedsHelp
you can always talk to me if you need relationship advice!
I'm with you. And we live in the same house.
@ShamrockViking I live in the garage for now and hear the life I should be a part of, over my head like I’m already gone. I don’t think she even cares if I lived or died.
I'm in the same boat. She doesn't want me involved with her or the kids. Yet tells me I'm not here but I'm near. I want touch and intimacy so bad. You are not alone my friend.
@ShamrockViking She doesn’t even talk to me. Wants me out in about a week. I helped her through breast cancer and I love her children as much as I love mines. I understand your feelings of frustration. Trust, many of my posts are venting how I feel. I’m actually glad to hear from someone with a similar experience. I have no friends nor family. I put my all and they were my purpose. She even has our “dog son” cuz I may end up homeless and he doesn’t need that. I’ve learned men can shed tears as well. I wrote a short essay and posted it three times called “As I Wake”. Maybe u n I can become 7cups friends. I really only have one and she has helped greatly but u n I have similar situations. I’m sorry for being long winded. 
Don't apologize. We are going through a similar thing. My wife doesn't want to talk to me at all unless it's basic communication. I've cried a lot. But I can only work on myself. Therapy and other people do help. I'm in recovery groups as well as church. My relationship with God is the thing that keeps me sane. Even though I don't feel sane. I'm out of a job too. But she can't legally kick me out because I own the house. The silent treatment is horrible. It can make even the strongest man be a weak puddle of a mess. Here with you brother.
@ShamrockViking I always had a relationship with God. It’s just that this is the first time I have ever prayed for myself. I’ve always prayed for everyone else. I’ve never felt like the failure that I am today. I’ve shed too many tears.
Man to man. It's okay to cry. I'm there too. And praying is a good thing. I struggle with how to pray sometimes. Especially if God is supposed to supply all of my needs. What if my beef is a hug or a kiss or a hand to hold or even sex? I'm not sure how God supplies those needs. And if they are actually needs.