I have been crazy-sensitive about sleeping conditions for my whole life. Noise is the primary problem. When I was a kid, sleepovers were difficult and camp was impossible. In college, the dormitories were nightmarish, an apartment was miserable, and roommates had to be very, very carefully chosen. For years I had a boyfriend who was content to keep separate residences, so I didn’t have to learn to share a bed with another person.
Earlier this summer, I met Mr. Right. He’s handsome, kind, smart, funny, patient, and head-over-heels in love with me. I love him right back. If things keep going so well, we plan to get married in the Spring.
One problem. He snores. And he really, really, really needs to sleep in the same bed with me to be happy. I understand. It’s human nature. I’m the freak here. I can LEARN to sleep in the same bed with him. Everybody does. Everybody expects it. I can do it. Somehow.
So far, we’ve attempted four overnights. In two of them, I didn’t need to be up early the next day, and managed some sleep with earplugs and melatonin. The other two, I did need to be well-rested the next day, and ended up sending him to the guest room halfway through the night.
He’s Mr. Right, so he’s patient and kind and helpful and ready to do whatever it takes to get us sleeping in the same bed. Before we sign up to see a sleep therapist (but for me the neurotic one, or him who snores?), can anyone suggest homespun remedies?
PS–sending him away doesn’t make me happy. Knowing that he’s in the next room makes me feel lonely & guilty. I cried about it this morning.