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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. About the Author
  4. Also by Rachael Johns
  5. Title Page
  6. Dedication
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Chapter 48
  55. Chapter 49
  56. Chapter 50
  57. Chapter 51
  58. Chapter 52
  59. Chapter 53
  60. Chapter 54
  61. Chapter 55
  62. Chapter 56
  63. Chapter 57
  64. Chapter 58
  65. Epilogue
  66. Acknowledgements

At the shock on my face, Megan said, ‘You’re not alone. A recent survey estimated that fifteen to twenty per cent of marriages are in the same boat as you, but only five to seven per cent of the people in those marriages are happy with that. More often than not the partners are not on the same page.’

My eyelids felt scratchy and I leaned forward and snatched a tissue from the box. ‘Adrian left me because he wants to have sex with other people. Do you think I could have avoided all this if we’d just had more sex?’

How hard would it have been to lie back and think of England for the wellbeing of my husband, and thus my family, once in a while?

‘I can’t pretend to know what Adrian’s reasons were without talking to him, but you need to try and work out why the sex dried up in the first place. Usually a lack of intimacy is a symptom of something deeper. Was it you or him that stopped initiating sex? Or both of you?’

I tried to think but came up blank and shrugged.

‘Do you think you stopped having sex because you weren’t feeling particularly amorous anymore or because you were no longer attracted to him?’

‘No. Adrian is still the sexiest man I know.’

‘Okay then, but how about you? Do you still feel sexy? Attractive? Does he make you feel wanted? Desirable?’

Again, I took some time, trying to remember the last time Adrian had told me I looked good or cuddled me when it wasn’t going to lead to sex. ‘Not really, I guess, if I’m being honest. When we first got together, he constantly told me how hot I looked, and he’d been unable to keep his hands off me, but … maybe I haven’t been as gushy or affectionate as I should have been either?’

‘So somewhere along the line, perhaps you’ve both stopped feeding your relationship. A marriage is like a well-oiled machine, each member represents a vital part and each part needs to be serviced and fine-tuned.’ Megan paused. ‘What was your childhood like?’

Her question gave me whiplash. Weren’t we just talking about sex? ‘My childhood?’

‘Yes. Was it happy? Did you have siblings?’