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It’s the only thing he wants to talk about. He looks at them all day and doesn’t acknowledge how miserable/depressed/burnt out I am as a SAHM. To me, our marriage is boring AF but he still seems as happy as ever because of the high he gets from selling NFTs. It’s like he’s in a cult. He doesn’t care to to go on dates or do anything fun with me anymore.
I’m pregnant with our second child and he doesn’t even care to talk about that.
I feel like I have to turn myself into an NFT in order for him to look at me.