I Share the Bed with my Husband, His Girlfriend, and my Lover
My sister thinks it’s disgusting how I can sleep in the same bed where my husband has sex with his girlfriend. The arrangement is a little unconventional, but we make it work. When we separated four years ago, my husband moved into our vacation home on the lake. We spent weekends and holidays there as a family for 14 years during which time I shared the bed with my husband. When he took up residence there, I refused to relinquish my right to enjoy the beautiful cabin on the lake. We set up an arrangement whereby he would stay with our sons in the marital home every other weekend so I can use the cabin. My sister thinks I should just just divorce him and take my share of the real estate to avoid sleeping in “his” bed. The place is too nice for me to give up so I tolerate a little “weirdness”.
My husband bought an expensive set of sheets for his exclusive use, and uses the spare sets we have had in the closet for years when it’s my weekend. We refer to the alternate sets as the “boyfriend sheets”. The expensive ones are usually in the dryer when I arrive on Friday waiting to be put on the bed when I leave on Sunday. There is a kind of fun ritual that has developed over the years when I feel like I am playing house with my boyfriend as we make the bed when we are getting ready to leave. He likes to tease me and make jokes about what will go on in the bed with the fancy sheets. His last comment was in regard to a small hole in the fancy sheets. He suggested it was from the handcuffs they use. My mind does not need to go there. Nor do I need to imagine who has been on my side of the bed since the separation as I lie awake at night. Memories of years past will invade my rest from time to time, too.
The weekend transition isn’t always seamless:
The bed is perhaps the most difficult piece of furniture to share with my estranged husband, but getting away from home to the lake has been worth it.
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