When Nick* and I first got together, 20 years ago, our relationship felt defined by our sex life. Dinner reservations were missed and friends let down in favour of the kind of sex you see in movies.
When we argued and I’d wonder, ‘Is he really the one for me?’, I stuck with him.
However upset I might have been following a row, the thought of him doing what we were so good at with someone else was unbearable. It was the same for Nick.
Over the years, that incredible sexual compatibility helped us get through me discovering his secret stash of credit cards, and him catching me drunkenly flirting with a colleague.
Marriage didn’t slow us down, but the birth of our twin boys, 16 years ago, did. But while sex was more like once every week or two, it was still great. I couldn’t imagine ever sleeping with anyone else.