Toenails

I have officially decided I hate toenails. I do not hate my own toenails, but those of anyone else other than myself.

My hatred of toenails stems from sharing a bed with my sister at my grandparents house when I was a little girl. When my sister sleeps -and it may not be this way anymore I have not slept with her in years- she practically runs/dances/kicks/climbs/you get the picture. The frantic movement of my sisters legs would often result in her scraping my legs with her nasty toenails. There would be marks on my legs in the morning.

I remember this very clearly from my childhood.

Today my husband likes to cuddle with me in bed and sometimes touches me with his toenails.

This is repulsive, I cannot help traveling back to an earlier time in my mind when I would have to share that bed with my sister.

When my husband does this it causes several emotions/feelings to well up within me: anger, irritation, or maybe even nausea. I cannot handle it. He thinks it is funny. I'm sure most other people would think this is funny.

It isn't. Not funny! Disgusting.