One of the advantages of being single should be having a bed all for yourself and the bliss of no snorring of a person next to you. Of course, unless one snores so hard, she/he could hear themselves. So far so good, I am not waking myself up because of making any noises, that is if I manage to find a spot in my own bed.
Once, a doctor was reviewing my answers on a routine form:
“”You are divorced,” he reconfirmed. He seemed to wait for me to say something relevant, but I didn’t
“Then you live alone?”
“No, I live with my three dogs and a parrot,” I managed to answer barely controlling the outrage in my voice.
Why would he assume I lived alone if I was divorced? People divorce and take on lovers. Perhaps I looked so unattractive, that was not an option which crossed the doctor’s mind… My choice was dogs, they love you unconditionally, skinny, fat, stupid, smart, sad, happy. The dogs option as company has always been my favorite and if I were strong enough and skillfull enough, I thought, I could train them. Control them.
Wishful thinking. I am outnumbered and overpowered by my best friends who don’t seem to get it the bed is MINE. They are supposed to be the guests in MY bed, not the other way around.
There is no power struggle to speak of, as I gently push Lola and she looks at me stunned for having the “nerve” to want to sleep in my own bed. Oh well… what are friends for?
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