Woobie

I have a queen sized comforter that I got...geez...years ago.  I think I was still in high school as a matter of fact.  It's blue on one side, blue and white striped on the other, almost like the one in the pic, but darker blue.  I've had it with me ever since.  My friend in high school used to say that she loved my blanket because it had my scent on in.  It made sense to me.  I love the scent of my woobie.  Maybe that's egotistical, but I don't care, it's one of the few things I have that comforts me most. 

I've shared it too.  I let my ex, D, use it with me for a little while, until we started sleeping under separate comforters, which was just fine with me.  I let my other ex, J, share it until I moved to a separate room since I wasn't getting any comfort from her at all anyway.  I even let my ex, M, share it with me, but I was a little more selfish with it when I was with her.  Currently, my girl shares my woobie and gets more of it than I do. 

It has holes in it, and the stuffing is so pressed down from the years, and half of it is missing.  Her dog decided to eat the stuffing from the holes!  She knows how much I love woobie, so the other day, she sewed him up for me.  And then the dog puked on it...::sigh::