Slept in a motel
Background:
- My wife and I have been married for a year and 3months. We’ve been together for almost 6 years. And have lived together for 4 years. We got a dog 2 years in.
- My wife, and I (to a lesser extent) are worried about the virus and have been ‘social distancing’ before it was cool. Neither of us are sick.
- it’s been over 4 weeks of wfh everyday and being hermit. We’ve fought multiple times in that period. Mostly blowups over small things like a misplaced cough or sneeze. Last night it peaked and I was kicked out of the apt and slept in a motel.
The story:
We fought 2 days ago in the afternoon. I don’t remember exactly what that was about because it was so small compared to what happened next. But it was along the same line of argument (that she didn’t want to “mother” me about hygiene and I felt she was overdoing it) yea, juicy stuff. We apologized to each other and went about the day. That night just before we both fell asleep; I felt a sneeze thatI couldn’t quickly cover, so i turn my head and mush it into the bedsheet on my side. She tells me to wash my hands, I tell her I didn’t sneeze into my hands, half groggy she calls me immature, that she’s not my mother, and demands that I wash my hands. I’m triggered I get up and say I’m sleeping on the couch after I wash my hands. As I leave she calls me a “fuckin fucker” lmao. The night goes by, in the next day we don’t talk to each other and give each other some space. Later I ask if she wants to talk, she says no, I wait longer and ask again. She says no and adds a few more choice words. I trigger again and we fight. It was epic with yelling and tears and snot. Totally the hygienic scene you want during ‘social distancing’. Anyways she tells me I should go, eventually after more fighting I tearfully pack my dufflebag and leave.
I get a hotel, over the course of the night my wife calls, FaceTimes, and texts to which I ignore, except to say “I’m ok” back in text. I didn’t sleep much that night. She texts to ask if I can please come back tomorrow. I say I will but nothing else. Woke up this morning and let myself gather my thoughts. I pack up my stuff and head home. Once home my wife apologizes again. I apologize as well. And we both nap together as neither of us slept at all the night before. There’s a lot more detail to this story but that’s the jist of it. To sum it up. Quarantines with your loved ones really shows you why you love them, and hate them sometimes.