Thursday, January 21, 2010

I Peeked

I do not think I have ever told anyone this.
And I am semi-ashamed.
And semi-laughing at myself.

It was not a big deal really.
But I had to look.
I had to see.

While Roger was subconscious laying in the bed, I pulled up the sheets.
I wanted to see his penis.
And yes, I touched it.

I am his wife.
The doctors told me the part of his brain affecting a person's ability to wake up was damaged.
Which also controls arousal.
I had to check.
Sex is important to a relationship.
Especially a marital one.
So I touched.

And nothing happened.

1 comment:

Heather said...

The night my fiance died, I peeked too.