Today, I made a decision. I have been thinking it over for a couple months. Today I informed my husband, he agreed, and I took action.
I… switched sides of the bed with him.
I feel better just seeing it in print, part of the healing process I think. You see John and I have slept on the same side of the bed since the first day of our honeymoon. I am ALWAYS on his left. I don’t know why, I have tried to figure out if it because my mom was always to the left of my dad and I did it subconsciously, or maybe in our first apartment I wanted to be near the closet? But no matter how the rooms have changed (sometimes I am on the closet side, sometimes the window side) I am always on the left. Continue reading