My wife is one of the most generous and kind people I’ve ever met, but unfortunately, we’ve always been sexually mismatched. I wouldn’t call her frigid, but in the last year she’s gradually stopped sleeping with me. By the time Labor Day rolled around again, I could count on one hand the number of times we’d been intimate that year. I have a hectic and successful career to keep me busy and distracted, and again, things didn’t change overnight. And yet it’s obvious that we’re more like old friends than lovers.

I found myself tempted by several affairs, and then I hated myself for feeling the urge to cheat. I also did not want to be like my father and end up another middle-aged cliché who ruins his reputation with the drama of an affair and subsequently loses all his money in... Read More