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Showing posts with label Kinda sorry about it. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kinda sorry about it. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The Case Of the Passive Agressive Sleeper

I have no idea what this says, so I hope it's not offensive. 
If it is you should understand that I did not personally make this.
And then you should get over it.

Does anyone else get aggressive in their sleep when they're angry?

My boyfriend told me that I kicked him off the bed not once, but twice, the other night. I was sleeping, I didn't do it on purpose! I promise!

My last boyfriend used to tell me that I would do that to him when I was angry at him. Pretty much take over the entire bed in my sleep and refuse to let him sleep next to me. So, I started thinking about why I would've done it the other night.

A couple days ago, my boyfriend's roommate made a comment that kind of hurt my feelings (Oh PMS'ing. Boys need not look at that one if they don't want to). I don't think that the comment contained any animosity, but it made me feel slightly bad about myself nonetheless. I had decided to shove it aside and not worry about it, but that just doesn't work sometimes.

After thinking for awhile I decided that I had been passive aggressively taking it out on my boyfriend, including kicking him off the bed....literally...

I heard this story quite a few times in a row. I think he was still a little mad that I did this..

Apparently, I just kept scooting closer to him in the middle of the night until he ended up on the floor. Then I refused to move or respond to anything, including turning on the light, practically shouting my name, and physically trying to push me over. Did I also mention that I had all the blankets and wouldn't give those up either?

He finally got through my defense and made his way through enemy lines back onto the bed. At around seven in the morning he found himself on the floor...again. This time I was a bit more responsive, but still just as uncooperative. I just kept responding 'mmmm-hmmmm' to everything.

There was supposedly a lot of kicking and kneeing involved when he was allowed in the bed with me.

I feel bad.

I also laughed my ass off when he told me this.

Then apologized

Then laughed some more.

Did I mention that all this happened in his bed?