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 Sleeping with my CPAP on makes a world of difference in my snoring.  I still hate the thing, but now, if i take it off and Don is there, he tells me to put it back on.

Because otherwise he ends up on the couch because my snoring is so loud.  This has, historically, been an issue for any man that has spent the night.  Not that there has been many.

This morning as i was getting ready for work he kept trying to get me back in bed.  It occurred to me as i was running around the room collecting my clothes and accessories, trying to avoid his grabby hands.....i'm very comfortable being naked in front of him.

And that is new.

I'm 58, have never been into physical fitness until recently when i realized, hey i can barely get up stairs anymore.  I've lost a lot of wieght so add in the droopy skin that comes with wieght loss, and the fact that i'm not 20 years old.....things don't snap back like they used to.  Yet, here i am walking around and having a conversation with him while i'm completely nude and I didn't cover anything.  I ACTUALLY grabbed my belly and said "This?  this is what you want?"  and he said yes, because he's a gentleman - and then he also grabbed my belly.

I love that.

I'm comfortable with my imperfections around him.  I still feel beautiful.  Because in his eyes, i am.

Or he's a really good faker.

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