Eight Autumns of Lies

Eight years into our marriage, my husband, Julian Croft, abruptly announced he wanted us to have a sexless marriage.

He said work was too demanding, the pressure too great, and he simply had no energy left for our private life.

I tried to convince myself this was perhaps just a normal phase, a common dip that seasoned marriages sometimes experienced. But then, as I was mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, I stumbled upon a familiar figure.

The caption was stark and to the point: Is my boyfriend touch-starved?

In the video, the man whose hands seemed to ache to caress every inch of the girl’s skin was none other than my own husband—the very same man championing our new, sexless life.