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**eatwaffles rolled image**I find this to be true for my relationship, but there was a reason for it. Gonna go to story time for those who may be experiencing the same thing. Skip to tl;dr if you want very simple explanation.

My boyfriend and I had sex. Alot. At least twice a day every day about three yeas ago. Then, my mother went full psycho bitch crazy on me and sex had to go to the wayside while I figured out what to do. After cutting all ties with family, my younger brother ends up trying to kill himself and others, and I become his legal guardian to help him get help. My daughters father suddenly decides he wants to see his kid after seven years, and wants a say in custody. My father then has a massive heart attack and gets an emergency triple bipass, at which time my mother starts seeing a doctor for bipolar one disorder. Then, I come home and my brother has demolished his room in a fit of rage/manic fit and is trying to unhinged the window so he can jump out of it. He goes back to the psych ward after fighting with police. My daughter gets yanked out of normal school and put into a special school because of a sensory disorder. Finally, to end it at the present, my father has been diagnosed with thyroid cancer a year after his surgery, I take care of both my mother and my father, and my daughter is still having severe issues in her new school.

Sex slowly disappeared as this happened over the last three years. It wasnt him, it was totally me. I didn't even realize it until a month ago, but I had sunk into a deep depression. Depression is not what I imagined it to be; I wasn't sad, just empty. When I would suddenly feel like crying for no reason, I'd laugh it off as girly hormones or a sad song. When I broke down sobbing, I blamed it on stress. When I stopped wanting sex (but still gave it to him, though I took no joy from it), I blamed it on my situation. When I felt like getting up or taking a shower was about as difficult as pushing a Mach truck up a hill, I blamed it on being lazy or not getting enough sleep. I blamed my falling grades in stress and being completely lazy and a **** up. When my dog died, I collapsed into a crying fit that took days to recover from, and I beat myself up about it because I had so much to do. Never once did I imagine I was depressed, because didn't depressed people want to kill themselves, or were always crying, or something?

I was always the sane one in my family. It was so hard to admit I was suffering from depression.

But, now that I'm on antidepressents, I gotta say I can't believe I didn't start sooner. I'm angry that I didn't admit it sooner and seek help. I feel normal, my sex drive is back (contrary to what my doctor said about my meds), my relationship is doing fantastic, I'm playing with my daughter again, even the housework is done on time and with very little complaining. I'm back to weight training and I even lost quite a few pounds. I feel like me again.

Tl;dr: If a woman is depressed, and I mean true depression, sex is the absolute last thing on her mind. This can go for men too, though it generally is a performance issue. Instead of nagging or feeling like she doesn't love you anymore, ask yourself if she's okay. She might not be, and not even realize it.

Thanks for listening, fam.