I told him I was ready. Curled up against him, looking up at him through tired lashes, in front a TV we were no longer watching. But 3 months of “letting it go” had created a jungle down there. And I knew I wanted that taken care of before we did anything. I promised Sunday. And today, as promised, I placed the mirror, spread my legs, and took a breath. If nothing else is proof of how off our sex life has been, this is surely it. Like a lawnmower in knee deep, wet grass, I wasn’t even sure my shaver was up to it, and I feared getting my…