Okay this is probably going to sound really awful. Like I’ve ruined everything. I’ve been married for almost thirty years, a stay-at-home mom forever, my kids are grown now and I just… I don’t think I ever really liked him. My husband. Not like that. I always thought it was just me, how I am, kind of an artist type, you know, always sketching or painting, messy, head in the clouds, not very practical. He was always so solid, you know, good with money, always wanted me to be happy, do my art. But I don’t know. Lately I just wonder if it’s more than that. If maybe I just don't like men. At all. I feel like such a fraud.