My husband and I both sleepwalk. We made sure to arrange our bedroom in such a way that we wouldn’t bump into each other in the night. It didn’t work.

My husband and I both sleepwalk. It’s not something we discovered together. In fact, I once suspected him of cheating on me because of it. <br><br>We had been married for five years, and for our fifth wedding anniversary we decided to spend a few days at a cabin in the mountains. The trip was so much fun and we were both sad when we left. We had a 10 hour drive back home, and we prepared for it by stopping at a rest stop to get some coffee and take a nap. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep in the car within seconds, and when I woke up, my husband was shaking me and telling me we were home. <br><br>I groggily helped him carry the bags to the bedroom, and then I passed out again. My husband made sure to set the alarm before falling asleep as well, because otherwise, we would have slept through the whole next day. <br><br>We had a really busy week both at work and at home, so I didn’t notice anything was wrong until the weekend. I was doing some laundry and I found a small piece of fabric that I really didn’t have anywhere to belong. It was white and had a thin red pattern on it. I held it in my hand and was wondering what it was from, until I finally gave up and asked my husband. <br><br>I showed it to him and he said he had no idea what it was either. I told him it would be fine and I would just throw it in the trash, but as I was about to leave to throw it in the garbage can in the kitchen, he stopped me and said he remembered something. I looked at him wondering and he told me that he remembered this girl at the rest stop who was wearing a shirt just like that and when she walked by him, she touched his arm and I figured she was probably gossiping about him to her friends and that piece of fabric had come off on his sleeve when she did that. <br><br>This felt wrong. <br><br>I just couldn’t explain why, but something felt wrong. I was quiet for a minute, and my husband asked me if I was okay, but I said yes and went to throw the piece of fabric in the trash. I couldn’t stop thinking about it though, and when I came back from the kitchen I tried to ask him more about the girl at the rest stop. He said he didn’t pay much attention to her and didn’t even realize she had touched his arm until she was already gone. I asked him if he had said anything back to her, and he said no, he was on the phone with his mom when she did it, so I really couldn’t understand why she had touched him. <br><br>It bothered me so much. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The mystery of a random girl touching my husband at a rest stop and a piece of fabric from her shirt somehow ending up at our house consumed me. <br><br>It took me two weeks to ask him directly, but I finally did. I asked him if he had been cheating on me and if that girl from the rest stop had anything to do with him. He looked me in the eye and said no. He told me the way I was acting hurt him and that we were going to be happy together for a very long time. I believed him, and eventually, I forgot about the whole thing. <br><br>I only remembered it years later when we were preparing our bedroom for our baby. I was 7 months pregnant at the time, and we were moving the office from upstairs to the basement to make room for the nursery. I was doing all the heavy lifting because my husband was working 12 hour shifts at the time and didn’t have time to do anything else. Still, he told me not to lift anything and to call him if I needed help, but I didn’t listen. I was moving a desk from upstairs to the basement and I slipped and broke my front tooth on the stairs. <br><br>I was in a lot of pain and I screamed at the top of my lungs, but no one came running. I figured my husband really wasn’t home, so I slowly got up and I walked to the kitchen to check if his car was parked outside. It was. <br><br>At that point, I really wanted to know where he was, so I started checking all the rooms. He wasn’t in the living room, nor the guest bedroom, but when I opened the basement door, I heard him talking and laughing. I thought he was on the phone with someone and he didn’t hear me scream so I called out for him and he said he was coming. It took him a few minutes though and I couldn’t bear waiting, so I slowly took a step down and craned my neck to see what he was doing. <br><br>That was when I saw her. <br><br>The girl from the rest stop with a white shirt and a thin red pattern was sitting on the couch in our basement. <br><br>Once I saw her I don’t remember anything. It’s like my brain stopped working and my body took over. <br><br>I woke up in the hospital. <br><br>My husband came to see me. He hugged me and told me he was so sorry for everything. He also told me the truth. <br><br>He and I both sleepwalk, but I was only sleepwalking at night. He was sleepwalking during the day. The doctors said it might have been because he was working too many hours, but they couldn’t tell for sure. <br><br>The rest stop was what made them meet. I was sleeping in the car and he went to the bathroom. He met her there and they exchanged numbers. They had been meeting in our basement for 6 months. She was coming when he was working and I was at home with the baby, or if I was at work too, they would come at night and sleep in the basement, to be sure they didn’t bump into us. <br><br>He said he was sorry and he would do anything to make it up to me. <br><br>I asked him what would happen to her now and he said they would find a way to arrange their schedules so they wouldn’t have to hide anymore. <br><br>Like all that mattered was that they not get caught. <br><br>I felt so sick when I realized I really didn’t have a husband. <br><br>I told him I wanted a divorce and he begged me not to. <br><br>My family picked me up from the hospital and I spent the first two months at my parent’s house. I got a lawyer and sued my husband for divorce. He said he was sorry so much and that he loved only me and he would do anything to make it up to me, but I knew he didn’t mean any of it. <br><br>Once the divorce was settled, I bought a house with my baby and we moved in together. I had a good paying job and I was able to raise my baby alone. She grew up so well. She got married last year and I couldn’t be happier for her. <br><br>I am also happy because I have been married to a great and loving man for 14 years now and we have twin boys together. <br><br>The boy’s biological father is my ex-husband, but the man I married 14 years ago is the one who raised them and the only father they know. <br><br>I don’t know if my ex-husband and his mistress broke up or if they’re still seeing each other. I really don’t care.