Lying there in bed, I called to my hubby Sean.
‘You coming, love?’
‘There in a mo!’ he replied.
It was 2011 and Sean and I had been married six years, so I was used to the routine.
Sean would come up, kick off his trousers and climb under the duvet.
Then it’d be a peck goodnight before we turned off the light.
No funny business.
I had no sex drive these days. Had even begun to wonder if I was asexual.
But what mattered to me was that me and Sean still loved each other.
I didn’t doubt that I’d chosen the right man.
He’d take me out on dates, and entertain our boys, Morgan, 9, and Toby, 7, for hours.
Soon enough, Sean came in.
Only tonight, as he took off his clothes, I noticed he wasn’t wearing his boxers like usual.
He was wearing frilly knickers!
I didn’t say anything, and neither did he.
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March 26, 2020