Last night Matt and I broke the cardinal rule of marriage. We went to bed angry. Well I went to bed angry. It was over something stupid, but I’m stubborn and didn’t feel like doing my typical flare-up and forgive temper. So I was snoozing grumpy.
Today, after I came home from work, we had the following exchange:
Me: I’m sorry I yelled at you last night, but you hurt my feelings.
Matt: Well I don’t care about that, what I want you to apologize for is kicking me out of bed.
Me: I didn’t kick you out of bed, you didn’t even come to bed with me.
Matt: Yes, you did! When I went to get in bed, you were in the middle, so I said, “Can you scoot over so I can come to bed?” and you said no!
Me: Oh. Well I don’t feel like I should have to apologize for something I don’t remember. I mean I am sorry. But I wasn’t conscious.
Way to take the high road. That “not going to bed angry” it all nonsense anyways.
I concur. You can’t be expected to apologize if you were sleep talking and not aware.
Ha. This totally would be a conversation that Justin and I have had. I’ve had my eyes open and yelled at him before, but I was totally asleep. Usually he can tell though because it doesn’t make any sense.