My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She's been saying the most horrible things recently...

I’m infatuated with her. It’s just not that simple. I’m addicted to her. <br><br>And it’s brutal.<br><br>See, my girlfriend, goddamn is she beautiful. Long black hair, long eyes that look like the night sky, and a body that would make a Greek goddess proud. If you looked past my girl, you’d never think that you were in my presence. That’s because I’m just a common man, a guy who works a 9-5, and does whatever it takes to provide the best life for the people I love, but compared to my girlfriend, I’m a mole hill beside a mountain. <br><br>But, as I said, I’m infatuated with her. I know that shouldn *t* be the case. My girlfriend, Anna, abandoned me almost 6 months ago. I found out that she was sleeping with her own brother behind my back. I remember how my stomach felt as if I was being eaten alive as I found out. I remember the crying. I remember the drinking. I remember the cheapskate that I became. I remember almost losing my job because my boss caught me doing something I shouldn’t have been doing at work. I remember it all. <br><br>Somehow, we managed to work things out. It took a lot of time and effort. A lot of therapy. A lot of trust building. It felt impossible, but here we are. <br><br>Now, Anna doesn’t have a brother. That brother doesn’t even exist. He was just a manifestation of my own broken mind. I imagine that breaking up with an ex who cheats is painful, but I imagine it’s much worse when it’s with someone who you loved your whole life, someone who you shared every moment of your life with. <br><br>In any case, we’re happy now. Or at least, I think we are. <br><br>As I said, I’m infatuated with her. I know I shouldn’t be. I know that I should’ve left her a long time ago. But, I didn’t. And that’s where everything went wrong. <br><br>My girlfriend talks in her sleep. It’s not weird at all, something else comes out of her mouth while she’s sleeping. It’s something that she’s been doing since I first stayed the night at her house after our first date, which turned into 3 weeks later of me sleeping over every night. It’s something that has become mundane to me. Something that I’m used to. <br><br>Until recently. <br><br>As I said, my girlfriend talks in her sleep. But she doesn’t just mumble random things while she’s asleep. No, she has a tendency of having full-blown conversations with no one in her sleep. <br><br>“Hello, baby.” I remember her saying once. “How are you doing today? I hope that you had a good time at work. I made your favorite 3 cheese lasagna tonight.”<br><br>“Hey, babe.” I would say back. “How was your day? I missed you so much.” <br><br>“I missed you more.” She would reply. “I love you so much. Did you know that? I love you so much.” <br><br>It was something like that. Just a full-blown conversation. With no problem at all. <br><br>However, recently, my girlfriend has been talking about things that I don’t understand. <br><br>“Stuffy is such a good boy.” I heard her say the other night. “Climb onto my lap. That’s it, boy. You’re such a good dog. Paw on my chest. That’s it. Give uncle a smile. That’s my good boy. Why, yes, I do love you. Of course, I cry when you pass away. How could I not? You’re perfect.” <br><br>I looked around the dark room that I slept in, looking for a dog. I have no dog. So, I perused the conversation as if it were a normal thing. <br><br>“Hey, babe.” I said back. “How was your day? I missed you so much.” <br><br>“I missed you more.” She replied. “But don’t worry. You’ll never leave me again. Stuffy and I will make sure of that you’re not.” <br><br>“What are you talking about?” I asked. “Of course I’m not going leave you again. Why would I?” <br><br>“You didn’t leave me when you fucked that dirty, filthy bitch.” She said. <br>“I never fucked that bitch.” <br>“Yes, you did. You used to fuck her whenever you wanted. Do you remember that time when you wanted a fat sponge inserted into your anus?” <br>“What? Hey, I talked to you about that. You said it’s okay. You liked it as much as I did.” <br>“I don’t have a brother named Jack.” She said. “I’m so sorry. Jack and… and Slytherin made you do it. You can’t remember because of the brainwashing. But it’s ok. It’s okay.” <br>“What are you talking about?” I asked. <br>“What do you remember? Tell me. What do you remember?” <br>“I… I remember playing with Ken and Barbie as a kid. I remember my first pet being a goldfish named Plate. I remember going to the beach when I was 5 and stepping on what I thought was a rock, but it was actually a toad. I remember…” <br>“I’m so proud of you, babe.” She said. “You’re so remembering things. Remember when you took my virginity? Remember when you used a butter knife inside of me?” <br>“I… I remember the time that I fucked you in the ass with a lightsaber. Scary, right? But hey, you said it was ok.” <br>“Hey, babe.” She said. “You forgot about the time when you fucked my mother’s dog, Ben, in front of my mother and my science teacher, Mr. Gerald. Remember? You said that you wanted me to watch too, but I didn’t like it. Remember? Or have you forgotten?” <br>“I… I don’t remember.” <br>“Of course you don’t.” She said. “How could you? You’ve been brainwashed for years.” <br>“Who are you talking to?” She asked. <br>“Stuffy.” I said. <br>“What? No, I’m talking to… to him.” <br>“Who?” <br>“I don’t know.” She said. “But he’s been talking to me for a long time now.” <br>“What are you talking about?” <br>“I don’t know.” She said. “But we need to find out.” <br>“Of course we do.” I said. “Especially if you’re talking to me about brainwashing me.” <br>“What? Of course not, babe.” <br>“Then explain to me why the fuck you’re talking about brainwashing me?” <br>“What… what are you talking about?” <br>“How about the time when I fucked my own mother?” I interrupted. <br>“My what now?” <br>“How about the time when I fucked a bearded dragon?” <br>“I don’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” <br>“How about the time when I fucked a cat?” <br>“I’m not sure. Could you please try again, babe?” <br>“How about the time when I fucked my own brother?” <br>“Wait, what? You didn’t… ” <br>“What? What did I not do?” <br>“You didn’t fuck your own brother.” <br>“I didn’t? But… but you just said that I did.” <br>“I didn’t say that, babe.” <br>“But you just said it. You said that I fucked my own mother too.” <br>“I didn’t, did I? I’m so sorry, babe. I’m getting really confused.” <br>“Yes, you did. I’m sorry too.” <br>“I’m not confused, am I? I’m not going crazy, am I? I’m not forgetting things, am I? I’m not…” <br>“I love you so much.” She said. “You’re not going crazy. You’re not forgetting things. Everything is going to be ok.” <br><br>I didn’t answer. I got out of bed, putting on my boxers. I walked over to her side of the bed, putting my hand on her shoulder. <br><br>“Everything is going to be ok.” She said. “I promise.” <br><br>I removed my hand from her shoulder, then I walked out of the room. <br><br>*Everything is going to be ok.* She said. *I promise.* <br><br>I didn’t believe her at all.