Any attempts to discuss and resolve our problems seemed to go nowhere, although we both were committed to staying together, especially for the sake of the children, but also because it seemed like a huge failure to throw away so many years together.But I was becoming desperate for someone to look at me with desire and appreciation, for someone to find me attractive and sexual.We chatted, although I was so nervous that I must have sounded like a lunatic.
We have been meeting each other now for several months, sometimes a couple of times a week.
Neither of us wants to take the relationship any further, but I know more about my partner-in-crime, and he is in a similar situation to me, in a relationship that has lost its spark.
We had wild, rough sex which was the perfect antidote to all the years of pent-up frustration.
Then we were leaning against each other, laughing shakily and agreeing to meet again a few nights later.
On one of my evening walks I ran into him, and as we wandered through a dimly lit part of the park, I had a flash of inspiration — perhaps this was the answer!