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My Journey to the Middle of the Bed

Elizabeth Park
3 min readAug 28, 2022

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It’s further than it looks

woman lying on mattress on floor, head on pillow
Photo by cottonbro: https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-woman-lying-on-mattress-on-the-floor-6753825/

This time of year, years ago, I moved into my first “home” with my then-husband. It was an A-frame at a camp in North Carolina.

We were newlyweds, fresh off a terrible honeymoon on Anna Maria Island. I love the island, but it was a rough week. **

I felt a sense of dread as we pulled into the driveway, strong and bizarre enough that I still remember it. It didn’t make sense. I was thrilled to be married. My body knew things my mind would not understand for a long time.

I was proud of unpacking quickly, getting the place to feel like home. He bragged about it to his parents.

We started working less than a week after the wedding.

He picked the side of the mattress he wanted. He did that in every single place we lived. He never asked which side I wanted.

Years passed. We got divorced. He had already moved on to his new person before I knew that he wanted out.

I remember how empty the bed felt. I started letting the dog up on the couch. I can’t remember if I let him on the bed, but probably I did.

But I do know that I stayed on my own side.

Why?

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Elizabeth Park
Elizabeth Park

Written by Elizabeth Park

Van Gogh fan girl, loves good questions and people who listen; Spiritual life coach for anyone exhausted by narcissists salvagingyourstory.com

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