After 18 years of marriage, I'd finally had enough.
The note I left was short: "I can't do this anymore. I haven't slept in months. I'm exhausted. I'm angry. I love you, but I can't keep living like this."
I moved to my sister's house that night.
The Slow Death of My Sleep
It started small. A little snoring here and there. I could deal with it.
But over the years, it got worse. Much worse.
Here's what my nights looked like:
- Woken up 5-6 times by gasping, choking sounds
- Elbowing him constantly to roll over (he never did)
- Moving to the couch every single night by 2 AM
- Taking sleeping pills just to get 3 hours of broken sleep
- Going to work exhausted, angry, resentful