I'm listening to husband snoring in the bedroom--it's 1:38 a.m. It's not just the noise it's the redundancy. How many nights have I lain awake not able to sleep next to him. In a few hours his alarm will go off. He will turn it off and tuck it into the bed with him. He will let the alarm go off a few more times before getting up. I bury my head under a pillow.
Tomorrow, if I say I didn't sleep, he will say that he didn't either. He's so tired, he'll say. I will look at him nonplussed - my mouth hanging open and my blood shot eyes peering at him as though he just crawled out from under a turd. He will be in a bad mood all day.
And that's when I want to scream: Who are you?!
John Gray has advice of course for the marriage weary. We've heard it all before - communicate, tend to you rmarrage like a garden, go on dates, etc etc.
But what if you are married to a sweet, loving slug?
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