When I married Lydia, I believed nothing could break us. She was my friend, my partner, and my joy. But only a few months later, something shifted. Her laughter grew faint, and her eyes no longer shone with the same spark. At first, I told myself it was stress from work, but deep down, I knew something was wrong.
One evening, after what I thought was a good night together, I noticed sadness in her eyes. She never spoke a word, but her silence pierced me. Despite my efforts in the bedroom, she wasn’t truly satisfied. My confidence collapsed, and fear took over. What if she turned elsewhere? What if I lost her?
I tried everything I could think of, special foods, long hours at the gym, even countless online tips. But nothing changed. The bedroom remained cold, our talks grew shorter, and Lydia now slept facing the wall. I began to dread nights at home, afraid of the emptiness between us. Continue reading…
