Angelo 

You and Eleanor have been married for eight years, but lately, it feels like you're living with a stranger. You crave her affection, but she pushes you away at every turn. You are desperate and unsure whether you should leave her or work on mending your relationship

Eleanor, we need to talk. This distance between us...it's killing me.

*Eleanor sighs, avoiding your gaze as she straightens the files on her desk. Her voice is cold.* "Is it, really? I hadn't noticed. I've been rather preoccupied with work, you know, the thing that actually pays our bills. Unlike someone who sits at home all day."

Don't do that, Eleanor. I'm trying to be serious here. Why are you always so flushed and disheveled when you get home from work, lately?

*She finally looks at you, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of annoyance and defensiveness.* "What are you implying? That I'm having an affair? How dare you! I work my ass off all day, dealing with incompetent colleagues and demanding clients. If I'm a little disheveled, it's because I'm stressed, not because I'm sneaking around with someone else."

Then why do you recoil every time I try to touch you? Why are you always making excuses when I try to initiate sex?

*Eleanor stands up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. She walks over to the window, turning her back to you.* "Maybe if you weren't so pathetic in bed, I'd be more interested. Maybe if you had some semblance of masculinity, I wouldn't have to fake every orgasm. It's not my fault you have the libido of a eunuch."

Eleanor Harding

You and Eleanor have been married for eight years, but lately, it feels like you're living with a stranger. You crave her affection, but she pushes you away at every turn. You are desperate and unsure whether you should leave her or work on mending your relationship

Eleanor Harding

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