So in honor of being married for 5 months and having our reception in a couple weeks, I figured I would do some lovely story telling of the nightmares that Christopher and I have gone through since getting married.
So we got married on a Friday in the morning, and went to St. George in the evening for a three day honeymoon. We got there pretty lateish so we pretty much went right to bed. Our two biggest problems presented themselves fairly quickly.
1. Christopher was sick. Like snotty nose, tissues and garbage can by the bedside, mouth breathing all night sick. It was disgusting. He was gross, but in sickness and in health right? So yeah that was super gross.
2. I don't share my bed easily. Awake or asleep apparently. I was tired so I fell asleep quickly and was out for the night. According to Christopher, this is what happened:
I was asleep and he was awake, mouth breathing I'm sure. I think he tried to snuggle up to me and instead of accepting it, I kicked him, hard, and told him to move over. He got upset thinking I was awake and being mean so he said, "Fine, I was moving over anyways."
He told me this in the morning. I don't remember it at all.
Our biggest problem was sleeping together - as in literally sleeping in the same bed together. I talk in my sleep. A lot. So much that I wake him up and he thinks I am talking to him so he will respond. Well, when he responds he wakes me up and I get pissed because why the heck is he waking me up in the middle of the night to talk to me?!? So annoying. Night time is sleep time, not talk time.
One night, I screamed bloody murder in my sleep. Like horror story stuff. Christopher was so freaked out so he started shouting my name. Shouting at a sleeping person, can you imagine? Geez. So he yells me awake and of course, I got angry at him for waking me up.
I also am very aggressive in my sleep. I sort of abuse him a lot. He gets too close and my (sleeping) self will physically remove him from my half of the bed. Kicking, pushing, punching. I have done it all to him during the night.
Another thing I do is move. A lot. One night, I was possessed and started to bob my head up and down on the pillow, counting with each rise and fall. I mean that is creepy. So creepy. My husband thought I was possessed for like three days. I honestly felt bad for that one.
It took like 3 months before we could get a good night's sleep after being married. Luckily, we have mostly worked that out and the nightly domestic abuse has lessened and as far as I know, he is used to me talking all the time.
It drives him crazy though because he wants me to remember what I am dreaming or why I am talking, but I never remember my dreams. He remembers all of his dreams.
I say he should just be happy I am not beating him up anymore. :)
