“I was 190 pounds when we first married, a real horse,” my father says. “Resting heart rate around fifty, so when we’d go to to sleep, my breathing would be about the same as my heart rate, so it’d be really slow.”
“When your mom would try to match my breathing, she’d have to wake me up because she was suffocating,” he continues.
“I nearly died!” she exclaims.
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