True story: J will not share a blanket with me at night. For the first 6 months or so of our marriage this wasn’t an issue, at least not one that I knew of. Then his mom sent him his blanket. It was a blanket that she made for him and that he used while he was growing up. One would think that it would be tattered, but this is not the case, it is nice thick material and in very decent shape. Since he has gotten that blanket back I have lost my heat source. He claims that this is the reason that he can’t share with me…that I mess up his temperature control. He burritos himself inside his “special blanket” and barricades me from absorbing any of his warmth. It’s a little weird, I know. But now I have gotten used to it and I actually like having my own blanket…most of the time anyway. It’s still a little more difficult to cuddle when you have to untangle yourselves from two different blankets, but really, he loves that blanket. So for now I will refrain from hiding it from him.