Ticking Time Bomb

I'm beginning to realize that the longer Hubby takes to decide what he wants, the more hurt I am. Every day that he takes to decide hurts me more. Every day that he acts like it is a chore to hug me, every day that he doesn't kiss me or tell me he loves me is a day where his desirability dies a little bit to me. The longer he takes to figure it out, the harder it will be for me to feel secure, happy, loved, or even willing to be in the marriage if he decides that this marriage is what he wants. I hate to say it, but it is the truth. The longer he takes, the angrier I get. The longer he takes, the more I get used to the idea of not being married to him.