BF is a bear.

Big Guns couldn't be any more different than ex on so many levels.

Ex was like living with a mouse. He tread softly on this here earth, calling as little attention to himself as possible. Big Guns is a noisy, grunting bear. There are medical reasons for some of it.

He had a tracheotomy years ago and has scar tissue in his throat so the slightest tickle sets off some choking PTSD and he must, MUST clear his throat. This is no ordinary throat clearing, but a clear-the-room-I may-bring-up-a-lung. He has a big chest, which I believe magnifies the sound like a well-designed concert hall. This chest has the same effect on the numerous grunts, groans, and oy veys he makes when he moves.

And the gas. It's frightening, horrifying, and amazing. The length of each outburst has to be record-setting. (I assume somebody keeps records of these things.) They sound productive and I worry about the bed sheets; so far, so good, thank god.

It all takes some getting used to.