17 years together. He won’t have sex with me anymore. No idea why. I own the house we live in. He has taken it over with his possessions. He has maybe 3000 CD’s. We converted a bedroom to a dressing room, I thought that we would share that space, however, it is full of his clothes. And none of mine. The garage was full of his crap which successfully cleared away recently and now his big car is in there. I feel like he’s smothering me with all his stuff. I fantasise about having all the space back to myself and being minimalist! I wonder if this is why you sometimes see old ladies that don’t seem too bothered when their husbands die!!