Two To Tango.
I once read a story about a lady who hadn’t kissed her husband let alone get laid in two years. They live under the same roof and sleep in the same room (possibly on different beds) because it’s unfathomable to me how that works. The windy narration of their troubles left the reader in no doubt that these two shared no intimacy whatsoever. And after a few paragraphs of failed attempts at resolving their differences, the story ended with a worse prospect; they still live together with the hopes of their relationship improving as their two kids grow.