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Slipping out of love – Paul and I didn’t fall out of love – like one big fall over a cliff. We just stopped being excited about being with each other. Everything was fine. We would go out a few times during the week – often dance together. We would also have sex two or three times a week. But it felt more like two old friends just giving each other a massage that produced its own liquids at the end. The big rush had somehow disappeared. Sometimes I felt like a porn star – just going through the motions – and moaning on cue.

When he started seeing another woman I didn’t even care. It’s wasn’t a big deal. Just didn’t matter. If it made him happy it was fine. But somehow the word of his affair got back to my office. Then I started getting the ‘poor you’ routine from my colleagues. Thne I did care – I felt that I had to act as if I was pissed.

Not too long later I moved out of his place and in with some friends. By that time it was over.

No big deal.

Jane