At least arguing is sort of communicating. There is nothing worse than silence. He does ask how my day was and how I feel but everyday seems the same and Im always tired. How do you dress that one up.
For once I would like him to come home and for me not to be tired, maybe to be wearing make up and for us to go out somewhere.
As well as doing most things around the house (he isnt lazy, I cant fault him there) I seem to have to make all the decisions about what we do, where we go, entertaining Jessica.
You need some sort of rope to get to the bed, remember that fairy tale about the Labyrinth (sp).