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I realize I wouldn’t trade it for a boring, two-legged life.
Here’s what no one tells you about marrying a lamia. Married Life With A Lamia
Once a month, she molts. It’s beautiful and horrifying. She leaves a perfect, ghostly, full-body scale-cast on the bedroom floor. I once tried to hang one in the living room as a conversation piece. She was not amused. But I will say that her fresh scales are the most stunning iridescent black you’ve ever seen. Also, vacuuming is now my primary hobby. Dyson deserves a medal. I realize I wouldn’t trade it for a
Normal couples fight about dishes. We fight about her leaving a “shed trail” across the clean carpet or the fact that my snoring vibrates the floor in a way that “sounds like a dying badger” (her words). She gets the silent treatment by retreating into a giant coil under the bed. I get the silent treatment by… walking to the kitchen, which she cannot follow because her tail gets stuck in the hallway. It’s a fair stalemate. It’s beautiful and horrifying