My name is Faith, and I used to think my love life was simply going through a “phase.” You know those dry spells in marriage where everything feels routine the kisses are short, the hugs feel forced, and intimacy becomes more of a duty than a desire. That was my life for almost a year. My husband and I had gone from being wild and playful lovers to acting like polite roommates.
Every night, I would lie next to him, pretending to scroll on my phone, but deep inside I was aching for the kind of touch that used to make me feel alive. I could sense that he was drifting away too. He stopped complimenting me, rarely looked at me the same way, and when he did, it was like he was searching for the woman I used to be. I tried everything new lingerie, romantic dinners, even short weekend getaways but nothing reignited that old flame.
One night after another argument, he turned his back to me and fell asleep instantly while I stayed awake, staring at the ceiling with tears in my eyes. That’s when I decided I couldn’t keep living like that. To continue reading, click here.