Beatrice is my name. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you about my experiences in my own bedroom. I’m 34 years old and married. Dennis was all I could have ever hoped for when we were married. Be calm and devoted to God. ambitious. Everything went smoothly for the first several months. However, things began to change in ways I couldn’t comprehend once we moved in together.
It was little stuff at the start. Dennis would abruptly become silent after intercourse. He would turn to face the wall as tears welled up in his eyes. At times, he would repeatedly whisper, “I apologise.” I enquired about his well-being. whether I had made a mistake. “No, babe, I’m fine,” he would answer with a feeble smile. Sometimes I simply become emotional. But it continued. Then the dreams started. He would be shivering, sweating, and occasionally even weeping when I woke up at three in the morning. To read more click here.