Long story short, I met a wonderful girl from Germany, and our relationship was magic. We did so many romantic things together, the sex was just about everyday, and she would always take time to dress up pretty every day and do her hair just for me–even wearing cute outfits from her wardrobe I picked out. Well, her visa expired, and she had to return to Germany. When she was there, she said she was afraid I was being like other men, and just saying I loved her but would soon go to another girl. To show my dedication and true love for her, I sold most of my belongings, moved to Germany with her, and married her.

Fast forward 18 months later. She walks around with her hair messed up, wearing dumpy clothes, and no longer wears any of her cute outfits I pick out–always saying “I look fat in it” or “I really don’t feel sexy.” She never wants to do anything romantic anymore cause she “doesn’t feel like it.” Her complaints about how unfair life is is endless. Our sex life is a joke–we haven’t had sex in 3 months. She always seems to have a headache, a stomach ache, on her period, not in the mood, etc. She won’t even let me in the bathroom when she is in the shower.

She gets outraged at the most trivial things, like forgetting to take the clothes out of the wash. The last screaming match we got into was because I accidentally burned the casserole–she told me I was useless and I could just pack up and go back to the states. Actually, she tells me to pack up quite often.

I do my best on my part to stay the same by still going to the gym every other day, dressing attractively, and remaining pleasant but it doesn’t matter to her.

Well, one day I was out, and this pretty girl gave me her phone number and told me she hung out at a certain club every Friday. What was shocking about it was the fact that I was actually tempted, and had to force myself to throw it away later. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I decided to try to make myself forget by doing something to make my wife happy–while she was out, I spent all afternoon cleaning the apartment.

When she came home, rather than thank me–she yelled at me cause I used the wrong detergent for mopping the floor, and pointed out how I missed the corners. She walked out saying “Useless…totally useless!”

That is when it occurred to me, this is EXACTLY how men end up cheating on their wives….but I don’t want to be one of them! Deep down, I still love my wife with all my heart, but I feel so unappreciated, and it seems like I married a totally different person.

Is there anyway to salvage this marriage? Please help!
Menbgood and Huckleberryjay: Maybe I’m not so damn lazy that I going to sum up a large issue in 2 sentences and expect everyone to know what I’m talking about. Nobody said you even had to answer at all!