My husband claimed I "TALK IN MY SLEEP" and moved me to another room
My husband claimed I "TALK IN MY SLEEP" and moved me to another room
but what I caught him doing one night LEFT ME SPEECHLESS.
I’m 32. You can call me Marlowe.
A month ago, I would’ve told you I trusted my husband without thinking.
We have a newborn — Rowan, six weeks old. I’m running on fumes. Nolan kept acting like he was the only one "under pressure" because he had work in the morning.
One night he snapped, "MARLOWE, YOU TALK IN YOUR SLEEP. LIKE FULL CONVERSATIONS. AND WHEN ROWAN CRIES, YOU’RE ALREADY UP, SO… JUST TAKE HIM TO THE GUEST ROOM."
I blinked at him. "So you want me to sleep alone… with the baby?"
He rubbed his face like I was the problem. "I CAN’T KEEP LOSING SLEEP. I HAVE TO FUNCTION."
Then he added, cold as ice: "I’M THE ONLY ONE WORKING IN THIS FAMILY. I CAN’T BE EXHAUSTED BECAUSE YOU’RE HOME ALL DAY."
So I moved.
Bassinet, diapers, wipes, bottles — all of it — into the guest room.
And Nolan?
He suddenly had energy. He stayed up late. Took longer showers. Started guarding his phone. And he was weirdly insistent I stay in the guest room "so the baby doesn’t wake him."
Like he was afraid I’d walk back down the hall.
Then one night, Rowan finally fell asleep. I realized I’d left my phone charger in our bedroom and tiptoed down the hallway.
That’s when I HEARD IT.
Not snoring.
And then I caught this… weird smell. Strong. Sharp. Like something that didn’t belong in our bedroom.
Then Nolan laughed.
I froze.
The bedroom door was cracked open. Blue light spilled into the hallway.
I stepped closer… and saw something that made my blood turn to ice. ⬇️⬇️⬇️