I was fifty-six years old when I first began to wonder whether, after thirty-one years of marriage, my husband no longer saw me as a woman.chfr
Robert had always been an affectionate man.
When we were younger, even if he was just passing me in the kitchen, he would take my hand, wrap his arms around me from behind, or kiss me before bed and say,
“You’re still the same girl I fell in love with.”
But over the last two years, almost all of that had disappeared.
At first, I didn’t think much of it.
I told myself it was age.
We weren’t twenty-five anymore.
There was work, exhaustion, stress, everyday problems.
But then I began to realize that Robert wasn’t simply being less affectionate.
He was avoiding me.
Whenever I went to bed early and called out,
“Come to bed soon tonight. Let’s spend a little time together.”
