We slept in the same bed for ten years without ever touching each other. Everyone else thought our marriage was over, but the truth hurt more. Some wounds can be reopened with just a touch
Infodesk For more than fifteen years, Rosa and I shared a bed. Same mattress. Same ceiling. Same rhythm of breathing in the dark. But we never touched. There were no slammed doors, no bitter arguments, no scandal anyone could whisper about over coffee. From the outside, we were steady. Respectful. Calm. Inside that bed,…
