You're running on empty. By the time you collapse into bed, you have nothing left — not for sex, not for real conversation, barely enough for sleep. Your partner is just as depleted. You look at each other and both know: there's no energy for this. So sex stops happening. Or when it does, it's quick and disconnected — just checking a box. You miss each other. You miss the fire. But you can't imagine where the energy for passion would come from. Here's what Londin and I have