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Sunday Confessions (a day late): Cold Bed (51/60)

And this is our bed (air mattress) we slept on in Hurricane . . . it was warm . . . There are some phrases from your childhood that cause endless confusion and curiosity.  One of those phrases for me was when I'd hear my mother or aunts or grandmother talk about a marriage as having a "cold bed" marriage.  Up until I was probably well into my teens, I assumed this meant that one of the couple was perpetually cold and needed extra blankets for sleep. I was, as you all know, a genius of unparalleled smarts. When I indeed discovered that it meant that a marriage either was on the rocks (another great phrase that I more rapidly understood--usually because when I heard "that marriage is on the rocks" the next thing I knew, they were divorced) or more often, that there was nothing happening in the marriage bed, I became quite curious about this.  I mean, why get married if you don't like each other?  And how could these things not only go on for weeks...