One of the hardest parts of being married is when the OH wakes you up in the middle of the night because she ‘heard something downstairs’ and is now convinced there’s someone in the house.
The worst part though is that after you have checked the house, and inevitably found that there is of course no intruder (I’m genuinely not sure what I’d do if there ever was one, by the way. I’m no American, so there are no weapons in the house 🤷♂️) your body involuntarily goes on high alert, and for the next half hour every tiny sounds sends the adrenaline rushing, preventing me from falling asleep again, despite knowing full well that there is still no intruder 🙄🙄🙄
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