To be unwanted, sexually by your partner is a slow papercut of destruction of your ego, your psyche, your self-esteem. To know that the one person you are committed to forever wants not to touch you, not even in the dark, is an especially cruel devastation. It’s like those sticky mouse traps that are meant to be more humane than the ones that simply crush your skull in an instant. A loveless marriage keeps you bound by your heels and toes, as the first the fight, and then the life, seep out of you. The only way to survive is to chop off your own feet and run, bleeding and without balance, as far and as fast as you can. And it turns out, when you are brave, or scared, enough to do that, not only do your feet grow back, eventually, but also, Love, you grow wings.