In the initial stages of my first marriage, the connection my wife and I once shared gradually dissipated, especially in terms of intimacy. Initially, our closeness involved moments of snuggling reminiscent of our early years together, eventually leading to shared moments of intimacy. However, that dynamic abruptly ceased one day. Despite my inquiries and pleas, the situation did not improve. In a fit of immaturity, I resorted to protesting and, as a form of protest, opted to sleep on the couch.
Initially, she attempted to pusuade me back into the shared bed, but I stubbornly clung to my newfound sleeping arrangement on the couch. This persisted for years, becoming an established pattern in our relationship. The only exception was when we traveled, and even then, she made a point to sleep separately under a different cover, deliberately avoiding any inadvertent physical contact.
Throughout those five years, we continued to share the same shower and bathroom. Each morning, as I walked through the bedroom en route to my shower, I couldn't help but observe our two pets cozied up with her. Occasionally, I would also spot our child nestled in the mix. This observation added a layer of complexity to the situation because, even if I had wanted to resume sharing the bed, it seemed there would be no space for me amid the snug arrangement of our pets and child.
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