He’s the guy who’s put up with it all these years. The thrashing, the screaming, the occasional push out of bed. He knows when something’s wrong.
And he’s right. Something is wrong. But how do I tell him, I thought, how do I say what I’ve been seeing without him thinking I’m crazy? I made the appointment with the therapist myself so I wouldn’t have to tell my sweet husband the horrific things I see when I sleep.
It started about a month ago, after we moved into our new place. The first night I felt my eyes drifting open, felt them focus on the doorway, and saw the shape there.