No, I didn't have a horrible childhood, and there's no underlying reason I don’t like hugs. Believe me, I've looked into it. Rather, I'm just uncomfortable when people invade my space.

I'm happily married and my husband is an affectionate guy, which sucks for him because I'm not. He likes holding hands and snuggling at night — I'd prefer to sit on opposite couches and sleep without touching.

Fortunately, he's understanding and respectful of my personal space and doesn’t take it personally when I don't want to spoon. And, for the record, it hasn't affected our relationship — if anything, I think it has made it better.

The interesting thing about not being overly affectionate is that when I decide to be affectionate, it really means something. I don't want to hold hands every time we go somewhere, so when I boldly grab my husband's hand, he knows it’s a true sign of love because I genuinely want to be close to him.

Touching can be an amazing way to show someone how much you care — especially when it's habitual. Personally, I think snuggling on the couch with my husband once a week (and genuinely enjoying it) is far more meaningful than snuggling every night out of habit.