Are There Any Good Men Left?

Am I Losing My Wife?

Hand Crafted by Sissitrix

I lovingly spooned my wife all night in our bed but didn’t sleep a wink, and although she said nothing, I knew Claire didn’t sleep either because she agonized over my bizarre request. Even the ambient patter of rain hitting our corrugated iron roof couldn’t send her off to sleep, but oddly, she and I remained quiet.

The hourly tr…