It was the worst mistake of my life to buy a weighted blanket on Amazon.

They're not new to you. At first, they were used as a means to alleviate the symptoms of autism, anxiety, and sleeplessness. Their popularity has skyrocketed in recent years, and rightfully so. I find them reassuring.

For a little relief, we would gladly pay anything. We single men spend the majority of our money on that. Have you ever seen that? For some reason, we always want to be reassured.

There was a lot of comfort in my life. That was not the time. After my wife and children vanished two years ago, I had finally put my life in order. I had sold our suburban home, moved into a small flat near my workplace, returned to my employment and completed all of the treatment sessions that had been prescribed by the police and caseworkers. Although the drugs they prescribed helped, I was still only able to get an hour or two of sleep each night. It had passed its worst. Feelings of shock and loss have a finite duration.

Regardless, I purchased one online from Amazon. As with all of my bedding, it is queen size, even though my queen no longer uses it.

It was really tardy in arriving. I chose the free two-day delivery option since I am a Prime member. Despite its dismal condition upon arrival—not in the usual cheerful cardboard box, but in an amorphous mass carelessly positioned midway between my front steps and the parking lot—I refrained from sending a formal complaint. From the looks of it, it had been painstakingly…