So while we were dating I moved out and broke up with him... He got depressed and literally fell into the arms of a married *****. The affair started in his house in our bedroom in his grandfathers old antique bed. Now we are married and I forgive him each day but I hate adultery. Having sex is hard enough but I hate doing it in this bed. I feel like it's tainted. Every damn squeak reminds me of the gross affair with this ***** who had 5 kids and a husband waiting at home. Is it too much to want a new bed?
Put the internet to work for you.
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