That's it really, I looked at him this morning and thought "I don't fancy you any more".
It's been well over a year since we shared any sort of intimacy. I've been knocked back so many times that I stopped trying to initiate 4 or 5 months ago.
He used to turn me on so much, even just to look at him, but as of today I didn't even get the slightest glimmer of excitement watching him get out of bed. Looking at what used to be a super sexy body that I craved was just like seeing a friend and it made me quite sad.
I've had all the excuses: tired, got a headache, eaten too much, stressed, whatever - each time erroding my desire until there was nothing left. I tried discussing it with him. Sometimes I got understanding and promises, sometimes anger, sometimes tears but I won't be bothering any more.
It's a pity that my sex life is dead in my mid 30s. I guess I'll spend the next few weeks considering how to proceed ready for when this Corona business has abated.
Thanks for reading.