I nervously dish the food onto plates, watching the clock for him to get home from his evening training and fuss around the table. It’s been a weird day. He stayed home late this morning, with me in bed because it’s a rare day off for me, and left for work before noon. Whistling as he went because his libido has never failed us in the past year, and he hasn’t ever stopped wanting to get naked with me every second of every day since.

That’s when I went down for the mail to see ...