Quarrels

It is absolutely amazing how quickly a quarrel can crop up around here. We have a TV in our bedroom, have had from the first day we got married over 31 years ago. I have gotten so used to it that I cannot easily go to sleep without it on low. Over the years, Mike's hearing has gotten worse, partly due to the fact that he works in a factory. So the volume on the TV has gotten louder and louder as his hearing diminishes. Of course, he won't admit that he can't hear as well as he used to, heaven forbid!

So last night, I was in bed before him by a few minutes which is normal. I had the TV on and the volume loud enough to hear but not obnoxiously loud. Mike came upstairs, heaved a huge sigh, grabbed the remote and raised the volume HIGH. When I said that it was a bit loud, he went off on a rant, yelling that he can't hear the TV over my snoring and loud breathing and that when I fall asleep in the living room, the loud TV doesn't bother me. It was very unusual for him to go off like that so suddenly (that's usually my MO).

I wound up going into the other bedroom with Beckett so that I wouldn't disturb his bedroom TV watching with my bedroom sleeping habits. Sigh. At least I got to try out the new bed . . .