My husband's other woman...not in the way you think
My husband is sleeping with someone else. I’ve tried to deny it but I can’t do it anymore. I can no longer turn a blind eye to him sharing our bed with another. The object of his affections?
His knee pillow.
Her name is Charlene. Lovely name, isn’t it? He refers to her as his knee pillow. I refer to her as his whore.
Since he has bony knees, he says he needs her to keep them from knocking together while he sleeps,. I’m not so sure if he really has this problem or if he just likes the way she feels.
She’s fluffy and snuggley and warm and I understand why she’s so appealing. Hell, sometimes I sleep with her when Matt isn’t around.
Charlene is a slut that way.
I’m not sure when it began, but the hardest part of all of this is knowing I introduced them. I brought her into our home and into our bed. I just didn’t know at the time the ramifications of my actions.
I do now.
And now I;m fearful he’s addicted to Charlene and will never leave her. He claims she helps him sleep. Isn’t that always the way addiction starts? ”Just this one time to help me sleep.” Before I knew it he was using her several nights a week.
And now? Now he won’t go a single night without her.
Maybe I shouldn’t be worried. Maybe I should let it be. If he needs a knee pillow I should be okay with it. After all, I need my linen spray and eye mask to sleep (sometimes served with a side of vodka).
Maybe I should learn to love Charlene. She isn’t going anywhere anytime soon so maybe I should embrace her…literally. Shedoes make a good pillow.
I don’t know. Maybe I should take some time to figure all of this out. I think I’ll sleep on it…with Charlene, of course.
Lisa Newlin Embarrassing myself so you don't have to. You're welcome. http://lisanewlin.com