After the arrival of the first child, romantic relationships often undergo significant shifts. The...
Having children is a blast. As a mother of four I can say it has brought some of the happiest and most joyful moments of my life. With each child I changed, navigating the treacherous roads of the first 6 weeks and surviving the aftermath of pregnancy. But there was one thing that never seemed to change, something that after each child became all but a thing of the past and something my body seemed to forget how to do. It wasn’t exactly a topic of conversation when you met with other mums at the park or at your local mother and baby group. Just a polite trigger warning cos this could get personal. Let me whisper it sex, sex, sex.
The ending of a romantic relationship varies. Some conclude with a mutual understanding that the sweet sorrow of parting is a good idea and a friendship may even blossom. While others fade into nothingness, artificially kept alive by habit. Some end with a huge row, raised voices and wide, crying eyes. And others in quiet desolation. The hardest are those that end in heartbreak.