So, my husband and I got pretty fortunate to win money on the slots for a trip to Cancun, which we were already starting to save up for. It was gonna be a blast. A week away with my husband, with no responsibilities, no worries, just us two, a romantic week away. Or so I thought.....

At first, the morning started off rocky. We woke up late, resulting in getting to the airport late, and almost missing our flight, without even getting a bag of chips to eat for breakfast. The plane was 15 minutes late getting to our first destination, resulting in another chase to make it to the plane in time. Once again, nothing to eat. The whole day I went hungry, snacking on a tiny pack of pretzels on the flight there. I was so excited though! I've only been to one place that was tropical, which was Puerto Rico on our honeymoon. So I was extremely excited. We got off the plane, finally, after about 4 hours. And instead of getting our bags right away, we got stuck in a long line for immigration. It was irratating, but I bit my lip and didn't say a word. But my husband was clearly upset and really wanted to get through the line. He kept cursing under his breath. Well after making it through the line, which took a good hour. We grabbed our bags, and headed to the hotel. The first day was a bit rough on me. The weather change was a bit overwhelming, cause I wasn't used to the humidity, and I became very light-headed and I felt like passing out. However; I sucked it up, and enjoyed the rest of the day, drinking cocktails, and relaxing on the beach.

The next few days were simply nightmares. I thought this was suppose to be the time for us to rekindle the flame and gain some spark back into our relationship. But my husband always seemed to have an excuse to not even get close to intimate. It was so frusterating. I've never felt so humiliated in my life. Finally, he was starting to get in the mood by the third day, but instead of being romantic about it, he bluntly said, "Why don't you come over here and suck me off." At that point, I wanted to slap him. He ended up saying the same things to me the next day, and I gave in, and gave him what he wanted, without feeling satisfied myself. Everyday of that vacation, I cried at least once, because of him. I've never felt so used before in my life. And now I don't know if he loves me or not. He says he does, but he doesn't show it.

Sure he works hard, puts food on the table everyday, but when it comes to us, its like I'm just there as his 24 hour booty service. I feel like my existance seeps down to nothing when I'm around him anymore. He used to be so romantic and so sensitive to my feelings. But he doesn't listen to me anymore, he rolls his eyes at me when I try to have a serious conversation with him, and whenever I talk about my family, he tunes me out. Like he doesn't care. He calls my family redneck cause I'm from Montana, and, even though I'm more of a city girl, I feel like he tries to take the country right out of me.

I want to talk to him about all of this, but I don't know what to say, or how to say it. Especially when I try to talk to him, he rolls his eyes and doesn't even take me seriously. The vacation, to me, overall, was a joke. Sure, the view and the beach were simply awe inspiring to see and be a part of, but my husband, just ruined the whole experience for me. I kept wishing that I was there with my girlfriends, instead of him. He didn't even want to go out and party. Thats what I get though for marrying a man 17 years older than me, right?