But the truth is, it doesn’t matter if Mom and Marci are in the guest cabin or the bedroom adjacent to ours. Joe and I aren’t that kind of couple. What we have goes so much deeper than the crude connection of sex. Granted, maybe it could be even deeper if we ever introduced that aspect into our marriage. Maybe. I’ve always wondered if it would. If we could try—just once—and see.
Wait what? They don’t have sex?
