Love is... sleeping in separate bedrooms
by Suzannah Ramsdale
Feb 08, 2024
2 minutes
It was during our honeymoon that it dawned on me that my new husband and I were totally and irrevocably incompatible in the bedroom.
We were in the Highlands and had spent a magical evening sipping whisky by a crackling fire and generally basking in disgusting newlywed smugness. I looked at his lovely face and thought how lucky I some of London’s most cretinous creatures. Yet later that night I wanted to end his life.
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