Married: Life With A Lamia

Here’s what no one tells you about marrying a lamia.

I realize I wouldn’t trade it for a boring, two-legged life. Married Life With A Lamia

Lying on her coil while she reads aloud, her human hand stroking my hair. Watching her catch morning light through the window, her scales shimmering like oil on water. The way she hisses when I tell a truly terrible pun—then laughs anyway. Here’s what no one tells you about marrying a lamia

We make it work. Let’s just say that a lamia’s lower body is incredibly dexterous, and our bed had to be custom-made. Three times. The first two broke. The third is a reinforced steel frame with a memory foam mattress cut into a weird figure-eight shape. Our human marriage counselor had a lot of follow-up questions. We found a lamia-human specialist instead. Best decision ever. Watching her catch morning light through the window,