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They say that bad things always happen in three. Well, two years ago, everything it took was two bad things to send mywedding in a tailper.

Early one winter morning, my husband John and I discovered that her sister hadCancer. A few days later, I lost my job in a highly renowned company where I had been working for nine years.

It was one of the most difficult times John and I crossed like acouple. We considered heavily on our two wages toPay the mortgage and our invoices, and we did not know if a single income would cut it. I spent my days on the job sites, my sleep quality deteriorated and myanxiety The levels were across the roof. Between the practical stressors of unemployment and emotional stressors of my sister-in-law's disease, we were both helpless.

A few weeks have passed and without promising career prospects, I did not feel good about myself, form or form. Nearly six weeks in myunemploymentI realized that something has been terribly wrong in my wedding: John and I did not have sex at all. Nothing. For some couples, a month and a half may not look like a huge case. But for us, having previouslyhad sex at least three or four times a week Over the past eight years, it was certainly out of the norm.

We spent a lot of time talking about his sick sister, the dynamics of the family and my lack of employment. We had extensive conversations on how we could reduce spending until I can find something stable again. Nevertheless, none of this chatter was mature for the preliminaries.

I decided that the best thing to do was talk to John directly on our lack of physical intimacy. The next night in bed, I told him, "Baby, it's a whole and a half month and we did not have acted as husband and wife at all. Nothing is going into the bedroom."

I thought that the initiation of the conversation would cause a physical touch, but I was quickly rejected. John said there were a lot of things and he had not been in the mood. "I'm tired," he told me. "Let's do it tomorrow night." He coldly extinguished the lights and fell asleep while I am awake, even more worried and anxious than I had already been before.

Well, the next night arrived and nothing. A few weeks passed and always nothing. I did not want to feel the subject since I certainly did not want to be rejected again, so I came to a simple conclusion: my husband was no longer attracted to me.

I was convinced that ourThe relationship has been condemned. Many scenarios started playing through my mind.Maybe it's wrong, I even thought. I really did not know what was happening, but I knew I was in my mind trying to understand it alone.

So, I went to see a therapist. I have never told anyone because it would mean to tell them thestate of my wedding, who made me feel shame and embarrassed. I decided that I would prefer to talk about an impartial stranger than to judge my friends, who had tended to boast of the quality of sex.

But even the prospect of pressing an expert was terrifying. I was petrified to walk in my first session. My throat was dry dry, but I was trying not to drink too much water because my bladder was already nervous. Meanwhile, my stomach was filled with butterfly type not so big that made me feel like I was going to light or vomit.

When the therapist asked me why I was there, I almost missed the room. I felt extremely uncomfortable, annoying and out of order. But then, I remembered the hardness of things and the amount of effort, energy and the internal force it took so that I can actually sit before him. I was not about to lose it.

And I'm glad I did not. The therapist turned out to be a real rescue. During our six sessions, it made me understand that love is not sex. Yes, sex can be a way of expressing love, but it's not all or the end. He explained that there are different forms of emotional intimacy and they should not all be physical.

It also helped that maybe John and myself we like yet, but we were both emotionally closed because we were concerned about his sister and our finances. He also pointed out that I had not effectively communicated with John. A healthy relationship needed honesty and openness. I had spent so much time in my head, I had not given to John or to our wedding - a real chance to fight.

He suggested that John and I sat down to talk about how we were feeling really. A few months before, the idea of ​​preparing me forrejected by my husband Again, either emotionally or physically, I would have paralyzed me. But that night there I got home, I felt determined me to talk to John.

When I told him I thought we needed to talk, he agreed completely. "I thought you were not attracted to me," he said, initiating the conversation. I was shocked. I told him I thought the same thing about her and suddenly, a wave of relief washed over us us.

We agreed tostart communicating more openly and make a distinct effort to connect again. I suggested to aA romantic rendezvous Once a week where no matter what happened, we would put time aside to go out together, away dishes in the sink and stress at home. We blocked and soon enough, the most amazing thing happened: we laugh and we have fun together again.This was what finally been missing in our marriage.

In just a few weeks, John and I had miraculously revived our relationship and sex naturally came on. We certainly still loved and chemistry was still there; I think it had been hidden behind the stress and depression that we might live.

Fast forward two years later and things John and I have never been better. I settled into a new job and John's sister is finally in remission from cancer. Everything in the bedroom is very healthy and back to normal, and we can even joke when things went wrong. I know now that with the ability to laugh at ourselves and talk about our concerns, John and I can get through anything.

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