We have a new mattress set. I told Husband, one day — a day far away from now — we will actually have sex on it.
I never thought the day would come when I would be more than happy to strike sex off my radar. But here it is. I DON’T WANT TO DO IT.
I feel like my body is turning against me.
For example, I have reason to believe that my boobs are trying to kill me in my sleep. When I lie down, they creep up around my neck. And sometimes, my chin. I feel like I can’t breathe. I think they are also causing me to snore.
I told my friend about this.
Anna: Is your snoring bothering Husband?
Me: I HOPE SO.
Anna: If it is … it would be poetic justice.
In our situation, bigger boobs do not a happier Husband make. This concludes my oversharing for today.