Can bad bedsheets mean a bad relationship?
As we all know, it’s the smallest things that can sometimes become an issue in a relationship. Here's mine: I prefer he sleeps at my place. And it's not because I’m lazy and don’t want to drive the 40 minutes to his house. (Okay, I am a little lazy.)
My issue with him has nothing to do with his love for his La-Z-Boy chair (surprisingly extremely comfortable!) and my love for contemporary furniture (These two trains shall never meet.) No, it has to do with his sheets. You know, bed sheets.