I would rather sleep on the floor with my cats than in the bed with my girlfriend.
Posted Sep 15, 2019 21:46 by anonymous
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I recently moved in with my girlfriend into a new place. I have two cats, Luke and Leah, and she has one, Harley. Luke and Harley don't get along, so we have Luke and Leah in the room with my computer and Harley in the rest of the house while we slowly get them acquainted.
Luke and Leah (especially Luke) get fussy when I'm not in the room with them and will sometimes yowl or bang on the gate keeping them in.
It breaks my heart, so sometimes I sleep on the floor with them. Originally it was out of my desire for them to be happy. But lately, I find I prefer it.
My girlfriend is not very affectionate, so I am touched by how happy my cats get when I come in. Luke immediately meows to be picked up and Leah starts running on my legs.
I shouldn't feel this way, but I do. I prefer sleeping with my cats to sleeping with my girlfriend.
Commented Jun 30, 2022 15:37 by anonymous
Fairly common. My ex-wife was a cold fish in bed, both sexually and even touching, hugging, or anything like that, and as our relationship hit the toilet, I spent more time and nights at my hot older sister's house. We had a great, connected relationship, and sex, for years, and she was always up for my company in bed, the couch, or wherever. Even if we didn't have sex, rare as that was, we'd still spend the night wrapped up in each other, her killer-long, red or burgundy (though I also liked a dark blue, almost black color she'd do them in) nails on my bare chest and my arms around her. Our legs would be over each other's, and the warmth and contact felt so good, far unlike with my cold fish at home. We usually did have sex, which ended in the same, wrapped up in each other contact, so it was always good no matter what. We enjoyed each other, she loved being there for me, and ate up knowing that my then-wife, who she hated, had no idea that she/hot sister, was providing what she couldn't or wouldn't for me. The nights I did stay home and in my own bed didn't matter, since I knew the next night or weekend, at times, 3 day weekend, would be in bed with the most beautiful, sexy woman I ever knew. And it wasn't my soon to be ex-wife, that's for sure.