Homesick

Ever since I got married I felt a strange sense of loneliness. I live in a house with a man I barely trust. A man I don't hate but I would be lying if I said I loved him. I simply co exist with him. He seems invested in this marriage. And he likes Sex a lot. He seems so into it. Too bad not only do o hate sex but I failed to climax on every occasion we did the deed. Everytime I'm in my family home I wish I could just stay there,in my old room. At least here I don't feel like I'm under an obligation. I don't to go back to my home but I have no choice. My husband will return soon and I must be there for him. After all,it's a wife's duty to attend to her husband's needs.
I wonna be home.
Here.
Not there.
I hate my life,but I do what I can to make it tolerable.