I found myself in my fifties, dealing with a chronic health condition that could limit my sex life, with zero support from my husband (stock image posed by models).
Jack's inability to concentrate on anything for long meant he'd spent two decades jumping from job to job, never holding one down, never forging a real career.
The painful, itchy rashes were the primary symptom - but I was even more horrified when the doctor told me the patches could spread to my genitals, making sex painful or even impossible.
I was working ridiculous hours, doing all the housework, taking care of the children (including Jack) - the responsibility for absolutely everything fell squarely on my shoulders and the stress started to take a toll on my health.
So I smiled at the waitress, rolled my eyes in mock irritation and enjoyed the rest of the evening celebrating my first anniversary with my silly, entertaining husband.
