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If it feels wrong to be fierce in discussions, how am I supposed to fight at all?
Usually, I write about things in a positive way, I never go too dark. And don’t worry, I’m not going dark this time either.
It was past midnight and I suddenly jumped up to write this article. My husband looked at me worried, asking if anything was wrong. No, nothing was wrong, I just feel I have to do this right now, I said.
“Well, usually I don’t see you jump up like that,” he said. “Well, that’s because you haven’t been sharing a room with me for that long. I do this quite often actually.” “Wow, damn, it’s spooky how much you are like me,” and he wondered back to our room, while I remained in the living room where my computer is set up.
I don’t have my own room for the moment. It’s tough on one hand but lucky on the other. I don’t want this to sound as if I have anything to say because his two eldest have moved in with us, after all that was expected. But now ‘I have to’ sleep next to my husband who has a very different rhythm in the day, ‘poor me’. It’s actually really nice, we are getting to know each other even better. Of course my sleeping patterns suffer. I go to bed early and he’s a night owl, best working in the late quiet hours of the night. Our house is small, hence why the bedroom also functions as his study.
