Jill couldn’t sleep. She desperately wanted to be sleeping before Steve, her husband of 18 years, came to bed. She felt she couldn’t bear it if he lay close to her, stroking her in the hopes she would be willing to make love. She was so tired of avoiding him in the evenings. So tired of feeling trapped in a sexless, distant marriage. She knew she needed Steve, she believed that she loved him, but she no longer wanted to make love to him. She willed herself not to cry, because if she started, she wasn’t sure she’d ever stop.