I was married to a man who was my friend, but who had no idea of romance. I knew this from the start, and I, naively, thought it would "evolve" into a romantic love relationship. It didn't ! Sex was mechanical, but expected, and became quite a chore for me. Since we had a daughter early on in the marriage, I stayed for that reason...since ...when trying to discuss divorce, he would threaten to "take her away from me and kick me out into the street!" Oddly...because I was so submissive, we rarely argued, and never "fought." I just hung in there till she went away to college, at which time I announced I was moving out. The latter years of the marriage were me sleeping in the guest room, preferring to be away from his snoring...and him! Now single for 15 years, having dated to find "mr. right," LOL, I feel fortunate to still have my own space, my solitary bed, and my pets. Not dissing the idea of true love; I know it is out there. I just never found it!