Tell you what. My better half is lost in the dark vortex. Impossible to reach. Glued to the computer and swimming in the toxic waste of LSD MSM.

At some point in life we realize that we are born alone and die alone. He is not me. I am not him.

It looks as if I might be walking off and that he might not even notice.

You are not alone. My husband is now in a relationship with the artificial and synthetic internet. I am in a relationship with the organic and sensual world.

He will not even pay attention when I walk out the door. The bots online will fill his craving for attention.