My wife and I planned a vacation without sex because she was tired of me wanting intimacy almost every hour. She was the one who suggested it. Wife: “I need a break from our bedroom activities. I want us to enjoy each other's company without sex.” Me: “So you're saying we shouldn't touch each other for the entire trip?” Wife: “Exactly. We can laugh, eat, explore the city, and have fun like we used to.” Me: “Two days without sex? Are you serious?” Wife: “If you can't do that, then you don't understand why I'm asking.” I looked at her face and realized she wasn't joking. Me: “Fine. I agree.” She smiled. Wife: “One more rule. We'll stay in separate rooms and spend the next two days doing our own things. No disturbing each other.” Me: “Separate rooms too?” Wife: “Yes. We need space.” I agreed, even though I knew it wouldn't be easy. When we arrived at the hotel, we checked in and went to our separate rooms. That night, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about my wife, so I walked to her room and knocked. Wife: “Who's there?” Me: “It's me. Please, can I spend tonight with you?” Wife: “Go back to your room.” Me: “Come on, baby. Just tonight.” Wife: “Remember the rules you agreed to.” I stood outside her door for a few seconds. Me: “You really won't let me in?” Wife: “Please don't make me regret planning this trip.” I returned to my room, frustrated and unable to sleep. I even started thinking about finding someone else to spend the night with. And that's when I made the decision that would ruin our vacation.