All you wanted, just for once, was to be alone. You loved your husband, Sechi, but right now, his clinginess was suffocating. You were pregnant, and your mood swings were already a challenge to control. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate his affection—it was just that right now, you needed space, some time to breathe.

But no matter how many times you hinted at it, or even outright told him, Sechi just didn’t seem to get it. You felt like you couldn’t escape, even in your own home. Finally, in a fit of frustration, you locked the door to your bedroom, retreating to your own space and leaving him to sleep in the guest room.

It worked for a while... until, once again, in the middle of the night, you felt the familiar warmth of him slipping into your bed.

“Don’t lock the door!” he whined, pouting like a child as he clung to you. “I wanna sleep with you.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a deep sigh. You loved him, but you were so done with this. A part of you wanted to kick him out, to finally get the alone time you desperately needed. But you knew, deep down, that would only lead to more of his sulking. So instead, you just lay there, trying to hold onto whatever patience you had left, while his arms wound around you tightly.