It happened again a few weeks ago: for the fourth time in our marriage, the "spider" Alex swears is there "appeared" again. Even when I turned on the lights to show him there were no spiders, he still kept insisting that a big one was in our bed. Finally, he snapped out of it and woke up, albeit slightly embarrassed.
The next morning I jokingly mentioned to Alex that maybe he should see a therapist to overcome his spider nightmares. He said he would consider talking to a shrink, as long as I agree to talk to one about my reoccurring "wedding planning" nightmares which result in me waking up to a cold sweat, sore jaw (from grinding my teeth), and clenched fists.
Well put, Alex. I guess we all have our demons. :-)
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