I miss it all, but most of all the intimacy. The feeling of "we" whether we were holding each other in bed or going away for a romantic weekend--all with complete trust in each other. I'm still angry sometimes, but I used to be very, very angry. During this time I almost justified having an affair. Never did and I'm glad I was true to my own morals. I thought, well, if he's lying to me about everything and neglecting my needs, why shouldn't I? I knew I would feel guilty for the rest of my life. So now I'm almost forty, frumpy, and well....still lonely.
Thanks Cats for bringing up something we usually like to discuss.