There's a moment I hear about all the time in my office. It's the end of the day. The dishes are done, or mostly done. The kids are finally asleep, or at least in their rooms. You sit down on the couch for the first time since 6 a.m., and your partner gives you the look. The hand on the leg. The hopeful raise of the eyebrows.
And something in you deflates.
It's not that you don't love them. It's not even that you don't find them attractive. It's that in this moment, sex doesn't feel like an invitation to connect. It feels like one more thing someone needs from you.
If that's you, I want you to know something right away: you are not broken. Your desire isn't gone. It's buried. And there's a difference.
