Since the time we were first married, I've hit, kicked, kneed, elbowed, headbutted my husband. Did he deserve it? Maybe he did, maybe he didn't; that's not the point. The point is I did it.
I guess I would look like a horrible person if I didn't tell you that my abuse was done while I was in a deep deep sleep.
I don't know, perhaps is was pent-up frustration or maybe I just wasn't use to sharing a bed with a fellow human. All I know is that after the seventh time that APS (Adult Protective Services) was called because Nate had "fallen down the stairs" again, I had to learn a little control.
And I have, it is now a rare occurrence that I beat Nate while I sleep.
The following conversation took place in our household this week:
Haley- Hey babe, did you sleep well?
Nate- I slept alright.
Haley- Did you wake up when I punched you in the back?
Nate- No. (pause) Did you punch me in the back