In the flurry of dual careers, raising our daughter, and running our household, we lost our intimate connection.
We were cohabiting… The passion was gone.
He begged, pleaded, bargained and try to do all the honey-do’s of a perfect husband to get me to want to be intimate with him…
But I wasn’t interested. My appetite for him was gone.
For him, sex was always good. For me, it became a chore.
And when that happened he got mad and emotionally disconnected from me.
Our relationship became as dry as a desert.
Even so, watching friend after friend get divorced tormented and shattered us. We were inches away from splitting up too.
I still believed in love. Tim still believed in love.
But intention wasn’t good enough.
As if starting over at 45 wasn’t enough to fill us with dread, we were more panicked about ruining our little girl’s childhood.
So we went to personal growth events. We did couples’ workshops, and spent a fortune on marriage counselors to try to re-spark the fire.