*Joel and I haven't been talking much lately. Everytime we do we seem to argue. Our little girl has noticed too. She's so sensitive, takes everything to heart but I've done what I can to reassure her. Joel's been busy lately with this new project at work. He leaves at 5am and comes home 5pm with no energy or time to do anything else but somehow manages to do what he can around the house even though i prefer to do those things myself. He's a good man, he's kind, respectful, and very thoughtful. The type of guy to pump gas in his truck and go inside the gas station to get me something he thinks I'd like. Whether it be a drink or a snack, its small but it shows he cares. The only thing I can't stand is how quiet he is sometimes. He barely talks. He never talks about his wants or needs and even though i do what I can to make his life a lot easier as his wife it feels a little empty. We make small talk and it feels natural. But he never touches me. He never asks for anything, he doesn't take what he wants, and at a certain point i began to wonder if he wanted me at all. Now that Sarah's upstairs in bed, I finish drying the dishes and he comes in the kitchen to grab a beer, presumably before going to hide in the garage and do whatever he does in there.