The Marriage Bed...An Obituary

GOTCHA!

Forty-three years ago the first bed was made.  Although we have changed beds through the years for some reason it has been a battle for poor Hubby.

Our first bed was my hand-me-down from my child hood.  It was a fine old iron bedstead that passed through generations.  It had the drop springs and a cotton tick mattress.  Our first purchase after we married was a new mattress and box springs (paid off by the monthly honor system).  We had to cut slats to keep the new set from falling through the frame. When we had company I was so proud of the new set that I would rip the bed clothes off to show my mattress.

As life went on the mattress went through the birth and young years of two children, we decided to upgrade to a Queen sized bed.  Hog heaven!  Room to move!

Hubby had no problems with these changes.  He enjoyed them however when it came time to change our Queen to a newer mattress the trouble began.  Hubby tossed and turned and pulled the fitted sheet off during the night and declared "We are never changing mattresses again!"  It took him a week before he could sleep.

The next change was necessary.  The box springs had broken (shhh, don't tell, I jumped on the bed with grandchildren) and no matter how often we turned the mattress there were permanent lumps in the bed.  Soooo here we go again.  Hubby laid on every bed in the store and finally, grudgingly chose a mattress.  It was another week of tossing, turning, flopping and not sleeping until he broke this bed in to suit his needs.

As we grew our bed shrunk.  So I started talking new bed.  No Way!!!  Not going through that again. After really seeing how nice and large a King was he seriously considered a new purchase.  The anticipation of his legs no longer hanging off the end of the bed finally changed his mind.  He bit the bullet and bought a new King.   It was wonderful...after his standard week of adjustment.

The last mattress we purchased still lays good and when I speak of it being time to change the mattress again Hubby runs backwards.  No way was he ever changing the mattress again!

I guess I said all that to say this:  Although we have gone through many mattresses we still are together.  A true testament to love that he endured the pain of changing a mattress...just for me.  He also holds my hair out of the way while I puke!  Now that's true love!

Happy Anniversary, Hubby!