The other night I had a very scary dream, and jolted awake – whimpering and heart thumping. I scooted closer to the hubs, and he drowsily turned over.
Hubs: You’re ok.
Now, I’m not sure why I reacted to this statement the way I did. Perhaps I was still scared from the dream, or perhaps I felt like he just wasn’t being empathetic enough, or maybe I’m just argumentative at 2 am. Regardless, I was not happy with this lackadaisical comforting from the hubs.
Me: You don’t know that! What if I’m not?
Me: What if I’m not ok? Maybe I’m not. You can’t know for sure. It’s just…rude!
Hubs: Hmm, yeah, maybe. It’s fine, though.
Me: That’s what you think!
Then I rolled back over and went back to sleep. (I’m really not a horrible person, I just felt very strongly at that moment. If I had been fully awake I hope I wouldn’t have reacted quite that way.)
The next morning as the hubs was getting ready for work I mentioned to him that I hated having scary dreams, like I had the night before.
Hubs: Yeah, well, you’re ok.
Me: Are you kidding me?!? That line didn’t work last night, and it isn’t going to work this morning either!
Hubs: What are you talking about?
Me: Last night. You know, you were not very comforting when I had that bad dream, and told me it was ok, so I told you it wasn’t ok, and to stop saying that! And you just did it again!
Hubs: Sweety, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t remember waking up or you having a dream, or anything. Maybe you were sleep talking.
Me: Maybe I was sleep talking?? No, no – maybe YOU were sleep talking!
Hubs: Yeah, probably.
Then he turned back to finish brushing his teeth, unperturbed that asleep-him had gotten me so riled up. And, much as I hate to admit it sometimes, that is one of the great things about the hubs: I know that he really will make it ok. Even though it’s a pain when he says so.