I didn’t want to be the reason he wasn’t sleeping. So I bought nose strips, tried breathing sprays, bedtime teas, and even slept sitting up by propping myself up with extra pillows. Nothing seemed to work, according to him.
Hence, he was still sleeping in the guest room.
But he wasn’t just sleeping there—he was living there.
After weeks of this, I started spiraling.
I don’t like to admit that, but I did. I questioned if I had changed or if he no longer found me attractive. I pondered whether there was something wrong with me that I couldn’t name, and whether I needed to see a doctor.
I went to see a specialist behind Ethan’s back, and she suggested I record myself while sleeping.
The doctor explained that she needed to monitor the timing and intensity of the snoring.
And that’s when I decided to record myself.
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