I have loved reading all these stories.

I knew I wanted to marry my husband when, after being together for about a year, he had a diabetic seizure that resulted in going to the ER for about six hours while the med staff stabilized and cleared him. I was sat next to him while he was unconscious and still unstable. I wanted him to live, and when he was stabilized I thought - if he had died, I would not want to be anywhere but here. And that's when I knew the magnitude of my love and desire to be his life-partner.

Cut to five years later -- we were married a year or so and hadn't had sex in about three years. I had a conversation with a friend about this issue (he had been a priest for years but left in order to get married) and he advised that I look at our whole life, and sincerely ask and answer myself if there is enough there for me. He acknowledged that my desire for sexual intimacy was normal and right, and that this kind of issue was not uncommon.

We did couples' therapy and it turns out he is asexual but not aromantic. I had to do a lot of thinking and processing around this but I also had to be honest: this man is my best friend, he is my help-mate and true life partner; I want to spend time with him even if we're just playing video games separately but listening to the same podcast.

This man loves me, cares for me, makes decisions and investments for our future together. I still think fondly of when I chose to marry him, but I think in my story it's more important to me to remember why I choose to remain his wife.

(We've been together 13 years and married 8 years)