Me and my wife have been together 9 years, married 7, and I'd actually picked a date to leave by because things just weren't getting better.

We married young, life with kids is busy, and grown up time gets out on hold, especially intimate time.

Things started improving a little after I picked a date, because I guess I adopted a "what's the worst that could happen?" attitude and would just take her phone out of her hand when I wanted to talk to her to get her off Facebook.

We had a guys and gals night, which was me and my buddy working on renovations to my house, and the wives were hanging out.

I guess both realised there were serious problems, and probably in part the "one of us is going to lose our best friend if we don't help", because they kind of acted as a proxy for messages.

My big resentment was that when our sex life declined I lost a lot of weight, got in the best shape of my life, and we were having less sex. So I spent 2 years getting slowly more pissed.

I've never been self-conscious. I was a fat bastard and not self-conscious. However, at my best I was feeling self-conscious because I could barely get my wife to look at me, so then when I found myself self-conscious I got pissed at my wife.

I'd basically checked out at home. Why bother? Didn't matter how hard or little I tried the end result was the same. Who gives a shit if the dishes are done after dinner or tomorrow at 1am? I would get ignored and rejected.

With our friends clearing the air, we actually started talking and working things out. We talked about home life problems and sex life problems and things have improved significantly.

Honestly, years of giving my wife space resulted in jack shit. Making each other talk about our problems, that worked.

Right now I can't believe I even considered leaving. I'm married to my best friend again, not living with an overly familiar roommate.