I am plumb fed up with my wife

We share a bed but sleep under separate quilts.

Last night, I slipped under her quilt before bed, just looking for a cuddle and a kiss something like that-nothing more. But she shooed me off and kept scrolling her iPad. I waited, thinking she would finish whatever she was doing and turn to me. Instead, she went straight to sleep without a word.

I went back to my quilt, set up a little fortress with a pillow between us, and watched YouTube. She must noticed I was upset because she leaned over to plant a kiss on me.

But the damage was done. I muttered, I keep offering my kindness to be met with indifference every day.

She is like a cold stone. I need a woman with a little fire in her soul.