My Jacked Up Life

Gene moved in with me last June. Since then, we have had a re-occurring ‘discussion’ over the boundaries of the bed.

At first, I like to cuddle up a bit and talk before we doze off. But when it’s time to get down to some serious sleeping, I like my space. I don’t like things or people touching me. I’ll be honest with ya, I sleep naked because I can’t even stand dealing with bunching clothes when I sleep. (Unless I’m at a hotel or someone else’s house. That’s just gross to do. I just suck it up in those cases.)

Anyway…..our ‘discussion’ is always over the fact that Gene is a bed hog. When it’s time to sleep each person should return to their half of the bed and fall asleep. To me, there is a clear line down the middle of the bed that should not be crossed. Gene doesn’t see it, so I’m thinking I should go the hardware store and get one of those blue chalk line things and make it very clear to him.

I have tried several…….dozens……of times, to explain to him that all portions of his body must be on his side of the boundary line. The crack of your ass should not be running parallel on top the boundary line. That’s a clear violation of the line.

I can’t tell you how many mornings, or even the middle of the night, I’ve woke up and been hanging onto the edge of the bed by an ass cheek. Heaven forbid I should fall because I would crack my head on the night stand. If that happens I’m gonna have to crack Gene upside his head.

Does anyone else have this problem?