I might try saying this in therapy but I don't think I'd be as honest with them as I'd like so I'll say it here: Sometimes I regret my choice in partner/wife. She's absolutely fantastic, gets me on a deep level, we can have deep and meaningful conversations and the sex is great but infrequent. It's just that we don't love the same things or enjoy the same things most of the times. I try to frame it in a way that it means I can share the things I like with her and it would be new to her but I wish I had someone who cared. Who did liek the same things as me. I wish we didn't have to schedule time together because our hobbies don't match so we live like roommates. She's not big on physical touch and its my primary love language. (Hers is quality time and words of affirmation which I do as much as I am allowed and as much as she allows). I feel touch starved so often. She sparingly calls me cute, and when I vent to her about my bad day she interrupts to talk about colors on the street,ugh