Okay, so, “sexless relationship,” huh? It’s a tricky one, and I’ve definitely been there. Let me tell you about it.
The Beginning
It all started pretty normally, you know? Sparks flying, couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We moved in together after about a year, and things were still pretty hot. We were having sex maybe three, four times a week? It felt great, we were connecting, the whole nine yards.
The Slow Down
Then, life happened. Work got crazy stressful for both of us. I was pulling late nights, she was dealing with a nightmare boss. We were both just exhausted all the time. The sex started to dwindle. First, it was down to twice a week, then once a week, then… well, you get the picture.
I remember one night, we were both just lying in bed, scrolling on our phones. I looked over at her and thought, “We should… you know.” But I was just too damn tired. And honestly, I wasn’t sure she was even in the mood. So, I just rolled over and went to sleep.
The Awkwardness
That became the routine. Weeks would go by, and we wouldn’t even talk about it. It was like this elephant in the room. I started to feel really insecure. Was I not attractive anymore? Was she not into me? My mind was racing with all these negative thoughts.
- I started avoiding her a little, to be honest.
- I figured if I didn’t initiate, I wouldn’t have to face the potential rejection.
- We were still affectionate – cuddling on the couch, holding hands – but the sexual tension was just… gone.
The Talk (Finally!)
One Saturday morning, we were making breakfast, and I just blurted it out. “Are we okay?” I asked. She looked at me, and I could see the relief in her eyes. She had been feeling the same way, worried and confused.
We sat down and talked for hours. We talked about the stress, the exhaustion, the unspoken fears. It was raw and emotional, but it was also incredibly freeing. We realized we both still loved each other deeply; we just had let life get in the way of our intimacy.
The Road to Recovery
It wasn’t a quick fix. We had to make a conscious effort. We started scheduling date nights, even if it was just takeout and a movie at home. We made a point of putting our phones away at night and actually talking to each other. We started small, with massages and cuddling, slowly rebuilding the physical connection.
It took time, but we started having sex again. It wasn’t like the beginning, all fireworks and passion, but it was intimate and loving. It was about reconnecting, rediscovering each other. It is still an ongoing work, everyday we try to connect more with each other.
It was a rough patch, no doubt about it. But it taught us the importance of communication and the need to prioritize our relationship, even when life gets * still love each other more than ever before.
