In the early days of our marriage, we bought a new mattress. It wasn’t a mattress made in matrimonial bliss. So, we returned it and purchased another … and another. We couldn’t get it right. One was too soft. One was too hard. We couldn’t agree. This went on and on. It was absolute bedroom bedlam.

My mother worried there was a larger meaning to our bed distress. My best girlfriend and brother did too. Read more