I never thought something as personal as our intimate moments could threaten my marriage to Lydia. In the beginning, our love felt unbreakable, filled with laughter and dreams of forever. But a few months in, I sensed her pulling away. Her eyes, once so warm, grew distant, and I chalked it up to stress. One night, after what I hoped was a loving evening, her quiet sadness hit me hard. No complaints, just a silence that stung worse than words. I soon realised that, despite my best efforts, she wasn’t fulfilled. It crushed my confidence, leaving me feeling inadequate.
The fear of losing her to someone else gnawed at me; I loved her too much to let that happen. I tried everything: eating healthier, hitting the gym, scouring online advice; nothing worked. Our bedroom felt like a stranger’s, our talks short and cold. Lydia, who once couldn’t stop hugging me, now turned away in bed. Evenings at home became a reminder of my fears. One night, I confided in a friend. He listened kindly and suggested, “Maybe it’s more than physical. Try Dr Bokko.” Desperate to save my marriage, I called. His warm, understanding voice gave me hope. Continue Reading