Full part: On my wedding night, I had to give my bed to my mother-in-law because she was “dug”; the next morning I found something glued to the sheet that left me speechless.ad

He frowned, defensively right away. “It was just one night, it’s not that much. Astronomy

“It’s not about the bed,” I said. It is about you deciding, without consulting me, that my comfort was less than avoiding discomfort to your mother. On our wedding night. And you didn’t say a word when you saw me take the pillow to the couch.

He kept quiet. I didn’t have a good answer, because there wasn’t one.