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My wife thought that I was just a regular kinda alcoholic because I was sneaking extra shots before bed. I told her that I drank more so I wouldn't dream. Of course that sounds like an excuse. So, I quit drinking. It's funny, but I thought that I would miss it but I don't. Now, just about every night, the dreams attack. I, either drench my side of the bed in sweat or wimper in my sleep. I don't think she really understands even though I've tried to get her to read up on PTSD. She thinks there is something wrong with me. Duh. LOL Last night I left a night light on in the mud room so I would have some light when I walk the dogs at Oh-dark-thirty. She thought that I was trying to use the light as a code for someone. Didn't even know what to say to that other than, nope, just want some light when I come down stairs. Of course her answer was, "Why don't you turn on the light when you go down?" "Briilliant!" Only, I want the light on before I get there. Nope, she doesn't get it. And, I'm glad that she doesn't. I don't want her to understand what it's like. So, I'll leave the light off and do the best I can. I reckon it's good for me to face my fears, right?