My name is Lydia, and I used to think my marriage was falling apart. My husband, David, would come home every evening complaining of fatigue. He would eat, sit silently on the couch, and then fall asleep before we even spoke properly. It became our routine, and slowly, our love life disappeared.
I remember how painful it was watching the man I loved so much grow cold toward me. I tried everything romantic dinners, new outfits, even setting the mood with music but nothing worked. He always said he was too tired, and I started feeling unwanted. I could sense our connection fading, and I feared he might have found someone else.
