Ingratitude?

Ingratitude is both a sin and a poison, and it destructive of relationships.

So is living separate married lives.  If what you want from life is to watch inanity on the idiot box every. single. night.  you're going to be keep driving us apart. I don't want to live our lives this way.  I'm tired of being lonely.  I'm tired of the only time I'm happy with you being when we are away.  I'm tired of spending evenings at home like this, in the same house but separate worlds.

I know you love me.  I love you, too, and want to spend my life with you.  But your passing caresses do nothing to connect us when that's all you give me of yourself, when you don't share your time or your attention, when you seek out and embrace entertainment that separates us.  And I find myself gradually preferring my own evening activities to any likely alternatives.

The nine days we were gone were wonderful, even with the lousy weather and the sore back and the damned mosquitoes and no-see-ums.  The time we spent together was so nice.  But it makes the loneliness of these three nights we've been home feel all the emptier by contrast.  And if you're just taking a break to catch up on the things you really enjoy after our time together, well, that tells an important story, too, doesn't it?