We always hurt the ones we love

I just remembered that I clocked Chris in the face last night. We were sleeping back-to-back and both decided to turn over at the same time. Somewhere in my attempt to heave myself around, I smacked him right in the nose. Hard enough that his hand flew to his face and he groaned the groans of a man whose wife just punched him for no good reason while they were both asleep. I remember stroking his ear (?) and making concerned noises, but really, I was thinking to myself—I was still mostly asleep!—“Shhh…I’m trying to sleep.” I felt guilty for not being more awake and concerned, but hey, there was no blood and he wasn’t crying.

The funny thing is, I feel more guilty about this than about the time I woke up and “accidentally” elbowed Chris in the head—kinda hard—because I’d dreamt that he pissed me off and I was still mad when I woke up.

All of my eggs just committed suicide.