I’ve been married almost seven years now to the best father to our children, best provider, hardest worker and nicest guy you will ever meet in your life. We communicate — current events are a big part, nothing any deeper. I love talking to him (actually he does most of the talking). I’ve always been a quiet person, but it works for us; I’m a great listener. We get along great, like best friends. The problem is, we don’t talk about feelings or any of that other mushy stuff, and we hardly ever spend any time together. Never have. Since day one when I met him, I knew he was a closed book in that regard. I didn’t mind. I didn’t really want the intimacy anyway.
