I am married. Three kids. My husband, he loves me...or maybe, he's just comfortable with me. Like the couch. He's learned that it's there. He's come to accept that the couch is part of his life, and he's living with it because it's too much hassle to go out and pick out a new couch. I am the proverbial couch. I don't want to be the couch! I want to be that sassy piece of furniture that you are always happy to see...it's always a surprise to see it....always happy to know you have that special piece. I live in a housefull of family...but, I am so damn lonely. Is it just me? Is it just me wanting to be something more? Should I just accept the fact that I am the couch and deal with it? Well, I don't want to! I work hard, I play hard...I love hard. I want someone to feel just as strong about me...just as passionate about me...to always be thinking of me...yes, selfish, but that's what I want. (am I sounding like a brat now?) My cyber-beau, he thinks of me. He shares the smallest part of his day with me...This is a man who's never met me in person, but so willing to open himself up to me. How is it that the man that I've been married to for years and years can't even open himself up to me? Do you feel like the couch?



