Beary

 I used to have a teddy bear named Beary. I had him since I was sixteen; he was a birthday present from my grandmother, delivered by the florist along with a bouquet of flowers. I used to put bows on his neck, and one time I played doctor and used him as my patient, IV and everything. I slept with him. I took him to college. Even my ex boyfriend knew about him; he came with me to our apartment and shared the bed. When I would make the bed Beary was the finishing touch. A few years ago I lost him. I’m not sure if I threw him away in one of my drunken rampages, but I probably did (there’s always a price to pay). I loved Beary, even though he was an inanimate object, he brought me comfort. 

I know a grown woman shouldn’t have a bear, but I don’t care. I just bought a new one at Walmart (from the baby aisle. I’m a big baby) and he’s going to sleep in the bed with me. What will I name him? I don’t know, probably Beary. I might bring him on our trips, but I know John would think that is weird. How do you explain to a man that you have a teddy bear?…oh, and a special blanket. I asked Google “should a grown woman have a teddy bear?” And it said: “yes, a grown woman should absolutely have a teddy bear if it brings her comfort and relaxation.” Absolutely! I like that.

Let me know in the comments if you have or had any special stuffed animals. 

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