Not a good day

I'm sick today. I'm grumpy. The house is a mess. Life sucks. I can't put my husband off all the time; well, I could, but I don't feel good about it, and my motto is to feel good, so I have to make love to him every now and then, but it doesn't work unless I pretend he's someone else; a stranger preferably. What kind of marriage is that? Crappy, that's what. I have an upset stomach and I'm tired and I'm bored. And I'm stuck. Christmas is coming, a holiday for which I have no affinity anymore. It's all just stuff I have to do, just like making love to my husband is something I have to do. I'd like to crawl off into a hole and just be alone.