Pain. Bam, bam, bam - the distinctly audible sound of my head ramming into the wall while MH was doing the specific thing that I hated the most because it hurt. Insomnia. I was so tired because I hadn't been sleeping well. After these sorts of occasions, I always had trouble sleeping. When I expressed that I was in pain and wanted him to stop, he said: "Wait, I'm almost done." Trapped.
Still, bam, bam, bam. Of course, it wasn't the most unpleasant thing that was going on, so there's that. I thought: "Maybe it's a useful distraction" or "Maybe it will knock some sense into me, so I can figure out what I should do." I tried to swallow the feelings of rage and hate which grew with each passing moment.
All of the sudden and for no reason at all...or maybe for every reason, I thought about Winnie the Pooh. My son was three at the time, and we loved reading Winnie the Pooh together before bed each night. It was something special - something that we both looked forward to. Anyway, here's the quote that suddenly came to my mind:
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Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming down the stairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't.
Then I started to giggle. Soon I began to laugh, and I couldn't stop. I was laughing hysterically as if this were the funniest thing I had ever thought of or experienced in my entire life. Before too long, the laughs turned into sobs - sobs that were as uncontrollable, violent, and hysterical as the laughs were. I've not laughed or cried like that since.
Due to the laughter (not the crying - that never seemed to phase him), MH couldn't finish from a biological standpoint which sucked because it made him flaming mad and I knew that there'd be a sequel very soon - the next day - since it had all been for naught and "a man has needs." I felt like I could never catch a break. At least the bamming had stopped for the time being, but sleep was as elusive a stranger as ever when I got in bed, cuddling up next to the rosy-cheeked cherub who was still blissfully asleep.
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