I’d heard about them on “Oprah,” and some of the girls down at Marcelle’s Salon made jokes about them, but nothing prepared me for the day my husband told me he was … a plushie.
“It’s just something I have to do,” he said, “it’s part of who I am.” I tried to accept it, but the thought of Bob fantasizing about plush animals, even dressing up as one? It all seemed so weird. But with patience and counseling, we worked past our pain, and now our marriage is stronger than ever.
Thank you so much for sharing, Judy H.