When they were ready to leave, my mother patted the space on the bed next to her and invited me to come and sit closer. “How have the bedroom activities between you and your husband been?” It took me a while to understand what she meant, and when I did, I was filled with dread. My wedding night seemed so long ago that I had forgotten about it – thankfully. But now that my mother had mentioned it, unwanted memories …
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