We have been married for seven years now. We have a beautiful kid. Our lives are comfortable. We have been through a lot of ups and downs, both financially and emotionally.
And you still don’t love me. You still regret the decision we made – that is, of getting married.
Maybe, it was a mistake. Maybe, it was not. I don’t know. But I have been trying very hard to make this decision turn out ‘right.’ To not let it become a regret. I have been trying to give my all to this relationship while you have always been in it with one leg out of the door. And now I am trying very hard to be happy in this situation. To hope that there will be love again.