No more intimacy without passion. No more monotonous positions. No more anticipation that’s not exciting. No more sex without achieving orgasm. No more five to ten minute sessions. No more apprehension of exploration. No more silence to spare potentially hurt feelings. No more hesitation. No more “please take care of your personal hygiene” conversations. No more having to fake it and making loud noises deception. No more wanting to try something new rejections. No more uncomfortable sexual dialogue deflections. No more indecision. No more wearing flats with an evening gown situations. No more nonsensical stipulations. No more “friends” coming over and drinking the expensive bottles of wine set-aside for special occasions. No more, “baby, I drank too much” embarrassment in public locations. No more time and time again, me having to reiterate the responsibilities and expectations set for a nearly middle-aged woman. No more excessive spending. No more “heels hurt my feet” and not seeing the sexiness of polished toes in mules and stilettos in size seven. No more outside influences affecting my relationship. No more bullshit. No more calling me every five minutes in a state of paranoia when I’m out of town on business. No more compromising. No more resentment. No more attempted mind fucking. No more trivial and tiring arguing. No more weeks of prolonged strife for no apparent reason. No more second guessing and wondering. No more talking for hours thinking the situation has been resolved and then two days later it comes back again. No more “I love you so much” not knowing the meaning. No more anything; I’m leaving.