Dear Husband, Do you still watch me while I sleep? Am I as sweet and cuddly? Are you in awe of me and your luck that I am in your bed? I think not. 11 years later, “your” bed has now become “our” bed. When I read my classics like TWILIGHT and FIFTY SHADES OF GREY, I feel nostalgic as Christian Grey and Edward stay up for hours staring at their fair mavens. There was once a time when you used to take pictures of me sleeping. I was the sleeping Kleez. In case you forgot, they are tucked away in the garage. Now you take delightful pictures of me passed out (intoxicated) and send them viral. Early on, you chivalrously begged me to wake you as my body was ravaged with painful cramps. To quote you- “your pain is my pain.” Now you mock me as I am doubled over in pain-every period is your WORST period. You are so dramatic. And, NOW it is a week before we can bang. Yes honey, now be a lover and go fetch my pain pills. But on a positive and grateful note, we still share the same bed albeit the mattresses are different heights. (we can dirty up your side.) Sure, the sounds and smells are not what they once were. I used to hold them in till I was blue in the face! Nope, it is definitely not the same but you are familiar and you are mine FOREVER! I love to be jolted awake throughout the night by the loud air bombs blowing out of your sweet Tushie.
XO, your loving wife
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