And I most definitely couldn’t bear to share my bed, it’s my haven!
As is the case for many with muscular dystrophy, much of my time is lost to frequent and prolonged bouts of respiratory illness and fatigue, which doesn’t exactly lend itself to dating or a cohabitative relationship.
So privacy and finding time for myself is enough of an issue without adding another person to the mix.
This isn’t to say I’m not open to the possibility of meeting someone spontaneously, as I have found tends to be the best way. I’ve learnt that life is not defined by your relationship status and you don’t need a partner to be happy.
It doesn’t hurt to keep an eye out though, does it!
When I asked what the problem was, he laughed that he thought he might have put in his address by mistake. The things I know are just stereotypes that I should ignore. He sometimes wears leggings and is always in black briefs—not boxer briefs, just briefs. He occasionally calls me “gurl” in his slightly effeminate voice. I tease him about his rules, and he acknowledges that it’s weird and crazy.
We have a bit about getting him home before his wife or husband gets upset.
He wasn’t awkward when I teared up after a hard week.