Originally Posted by
SHIVAYA 
Also, says he does not want to give me a hug b/c he does not feel anything when he hugs me.
I did not want to be on my death bed looking back at a hug-less life. All the boundaries for what he can and cannot do. All the boundaries circling around his drinking. I stopped saying he and started saying me - what did I want; what did I need; what life did I want to look back on - and would I be proud of that life or die a martyr?