For close to eight months, I lived in quiet pain. I could see my woman’s frustration, even though she tried to hide it. She loved me deeply, but I could tell something was missing and I knew it was my fault.My body had simply stopped responding. No matter how hard I tried, my energy was gone and my desire was nowhere to be found.
At first, I thought it was just stress. Work had been tough, money was tight, and I wasn’t eating right. But as time passed, things only got worse. I would come home tired, avoid any closeness, and pretend to be asleep whenever I felt her touch. She stopped dressing up for me. She stopped trying.To read,more click here
