Night Terrors
Last night I woke up in the early hours. Rather, my husband woke me up because I had been making noise while trying to get out of a horrible, horrible nightmare.
I won’t get into the details of the nightmare because it still has the power to upset me even in the daylight. Just trust me when I said it caused true blind terror and had me sobbing.
My husband woke me up and I immediately began sobbing, clinging to him and looking around the bedroom to reassure myself that I had indeed got out of the nightmare. My husband comforted me and slowly got me to calm down, which was a huge feat if I do say so.
What does this have to do with long relationships?
It’s in moments like these that I truly realize how much I love my husband. I love him in part because I know I can be weak in front of him, and he won’t hold it against me. I can cry and cling to him while I calm down and he’ll run his fingers through my hair, whispering loving words.
I can have him walk me to the bathroom in the middle of the night and not feel like an idiot the next day.
Today has been a day of concern and caring from my husband. We have discussed possible meanings and reasons for the nightmare (long story) and I’m feeling calm along with completely in love with him.
That, I believe, is a sign of an excellent long relationship.
February 23rd, 2008 at 12:18 am
My hubby is wonderful in something that amounts to a crisis in my world. The best part is that he just holds me, nothing else. No cliche words of sympathy. Just holds me and that is it. It is so comforting to know I can turn to my big strong wonderful hubby and he can make it all better.