The lover who we once swooned over now feels more like a sibling whose perpetual bad habits of leaving wet towels on the bathroom floor leave us feeling irritable and resentful. Or perhaps the familiarity of the routines that have become embedded in the relationship have made it feel stale and old.
Something switches off. We become complacent and comfortable, and we start spending all our nights watching Netflix together or separately. Sex becomes a task that is dutifully performed on rare occasions.