It seems like we only have sex when we’re on meth these days. Then the sex turns into you wanting a threesome, like I’m not good enough for you. It’s getting old. Sometimes I feel pressured into going along with it just because I know you’re really into it, but it starts to feel like a chore and I fake my enjoyment.
Also, I wish you would show more sympathy and empathy towards me when I’m crashing after a binge. Sure it doesn’t affect you the way it does me, but at least make some effort instead of making it seem like I’m the one with the problem and have to deal with it on my own.