I still sleep with a stuffed moose named MaryAnne, and it’s not because I have issues, but because its a part of my childhood that I’ll never give up. I would love to buy little dresses for her like I did when I was 8, but I am afraid Mr. H would send me to the loony bin. It’s just like having a dog that you can dress up, except she doesn’t move or bark or go potty on the rug.
Anyways, Mr. H hates her – she says her fur isn’t soft, and she takes up too much room in the bed. She really doesn’t though – she is quite small and always sleeps on the side farthest from him. He said she was smelly, so I doused her in Febreeze antibacterial spray that kills the stinky cells on things, and now she smells lovely. He still doesn’t like her.
I am worried that getting married means I can’t sleep with her anymore. My bff M and I have had this conversation before, regarding our special friends (her blanket and my moose) and we decided that we should never have to give them up. But what if Mr. H asks that I don’t keep her under the covers anymore?
I don’t think I should ever have to put her away. Maybe some day when we get a dog I won’t use her as a snuggly pillow anymore, but she will still be in the bed!