36m Houston

As I lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sadness and isolation. She was the person I once shared a passionate and loving connection with, was lying beside me, but it felt like an ocean separated us.

We used to be the couple that couldn't keep our hands off each other. We'd steal glances, touch, and kiss throughout the day. But over time, things changed. The spark that once burned so brightly began to flicker, and eventually, it died out. The best friend became a stranger.

The dead bedroom, as I've come to call it, is a painful reminder of what we've lost. It's not just the physical intimacy that's missing; it's the emotional connection, the sense of closeness, and the feeling of being desired and loved.

I've tried to talk to my partner about it, to express my feelings and desires, but it's like hitting a brick wall. The closeness turned into anger, resentment, bickering and now deafening silence.

Living in a dead bedroom isn't just about physical intimacy. It's a painful reminder of disconnection, abandonment, and feeling unloved.

Anyone else felt this way? I was focused on building a future not rebuilding at 36, I was the guy who was fun and joking around because I enjoyed but now I do it to hide the pain.