My boyfriend talks in his sleep. One night he said something that makes me want to die.

So, I have to preface this by saying that I know this story has been told before by many people before me, but it didn’t actually happen to any of them.<br><br>My boyfriend and I have been together for two years, but we’ve been each other’s best friend since we were kids. Perfect relationship, perfect guy, all until he started talking in his sleep.<br><br>It all started about three months ago, but the frequency and intensity of his sleep talking has increased significantly over the past weeks. At first, it was funny and cute, but not any more.<br><br>I usually only hear him talking in the middle of the night, and he usually tells me he loves me, or says things like “oh, yeah!”. You know, nothing out of the ordinary.<br><br>One night, however, I woke up a few hours after we went to bed, and he was talking. I’m a very light sleeper, so even the smallest sounds wake me up. This is important.<br><br>“What?” he said.<br><br>I looked at him, but he was fast asleep.<br><br>“Nothing, sweetie. Go back to sleep.”<br><br>“Are you sure?”<br><br>I was confused, but extremely tired, so I fell back asleep myself. I didn’t give this much thought, and even forgot about it until one night he did the same thing.<br><br>“Are you sure?”<br><br>I looked at him, but he was again fast asleep. So was I, or at least I tried to be. But for some reason, this time I couldn’t fall back asleep. Something was nagging me, I felt like something just happened, something I should be worried about.<br><br>The next day, I have to admit I didn’t give it much thought. Other things on my mind, other problems to deal with. But two nights later, it happened again.<br><br>“Are you sure?”<br><br>This time, I couldn’t go back to sleep. My mind was racing. This time, I decided to wake him up.<br><br>“Hey, baby.”<br><br>He looked at me very confused, then smiled when he realized I was talking to him. I could see the confusion fade away from his face when he remembered where he was and what time it was.<br><br>“Hey, what’s up?”<br><br>“Nothing. You were talking in your sleep”<br><br>He rubbed his eyes, sat up in the bed and yawned. “I was? What did I say?”<br><br>“I don’t know, but you said it multiple times,” I said, trying to finish whatever sentence I was going to say, but somehow unable to.<br><br>“Yeah? What did I say?”<br><br>“Are you sure,” I finally managed to say.<br><br>“What do you mean?”<br><br>“That’s all you said. You repeated it multiple times.”<br><br>“And? What else did I say?”<br><br>“That’s it.”<br><br>“Okay, then. Nothing, I guess.” He lied back in the bed and fell back asleep. He was very sleepy.<br><br>It was only the next day at work that it hit me. I don’t know what it is about bathrooms, but I do my best thinking there. I’m not the only one. While sitting in the stall to do my business, something clicked in my brain.<br><br>*Are you sure.* It didn’t make any sense at all. Why would he be saying that? It was the same sentence over and over again. It didn’t make sense.<br><br>I couldn’t focus on my work. My brain kept running around in circles. *Are you sure.* *Are you sure.* *Are you sure.* I couldn’t focus. I was in a daze.<br><br>I couldn’t take it any more. I picked up the phone and called my boyfriend. He was surprised when he picked up the phone at the other end and heard my voice.<br><br>“What’s up?” he asked, pretending he didn’t already know.<br><br>“I need to ask you something.”<br><br>“Shoot.”<br><br>“When you talk in your sleep, and you say ‘Are you sure’... do you mean ‘Are you sure you’re with the right person’?”<br><br>There was a long silence at the other end of the line. I knew it. I *knew* it.<br><br>“Hey, no. I don’t think so.”<br><br>I kept listening, but he had already hung up the phone.<br><br>I didn’t go back to work that day. I couldn’t. I drove home, crying. Why would he lie to me? Did he not trust me? I went through hundreds of possibilities in my head, none of them made sense, none of them were good.<br><br>When I got home, he was already there. I didn’t expect him to be, but somehow I knew he was going to be.<br><br>“Hey,” he said. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”<br><br>I looked at him and started crying even more.<br><br>“Nothing, nothing. Don’t mind me.”<br><br>“Baby, no. What’s wrong with you?”<br><br>I sniffed, trying to calm myself down. “Nothing, baby. Just give me a second.”<br><br>He sat next to me in the couch, took my hand and looked into my eyes. “I know we’ve been friends for a long time, but I thought you knew me better than that.”<br><br>I didn’t say anything. I knew him better than anyone else. Exactly for that reason, I knew that something was wrong.<br><br>“Look,” he said. “When I talk in my sleep, I mean ‘Are you sure you closed the garage door?”<br><br>I looked at him in confusion.<br><br>“What?”<br><br>“When I talk in my sleep, I mean ‘Are you sure you closed the garage door?”<br><br>I looked at him in confusion. No. I don’t know how, but I knew he was lying. I had lived with him long enough to know when he was lying. This was one of those times. I didn’t say anything, though. I was too dumbfounded to do anything else than nod.<br><br>*Are you sure you closed the garage door.* Yeah, right.<br><br>That night, we went to bed as usual. But this time, I couldn’t sleep. I have to know. I *had* to know.<br><br>I waited, and I waited, and I waited. Finally, I heard him murmuring.<br><br>“Are you sure?”<br><br>My heart pounding, I answered. “No.”<br><br>“Yeah?”<br><br>I was amazed at how calm I was. “Yeah.”<br><br>“Good.”<br><br>That was it. I knew that was it. I knew that I had just done something that would ruin my life forever, but somehow I knew that was it.<br><br>For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. Deep down, a part of me knew what was happening, but I guess my brain decided to block that part of my mind. In hindsight, I think it was for the better.<br><br>The sound of the bed moving made me know that he was getting up. I heard him walking around. Tiptoeing. Trying not to wake me up. It didn’t work. I was wide awake.<br><br>I heard him walking to the front door. The sound of the door opening and closing. The sound of the garage door opening and closing. The sound of his car leaving the driveway.<br><br>I sat up in the bed and looked at the alarm monitor on my phone. Of course, the garage door wasn’t closed. I knew it.<br><br>I got out of bed and walked towards the garage. I knew that I should not have, but my body was moving on its own. I walked to the garage. When I was near the door leading to it, I noticed a big red smear in the wall. It led to the door.<br><br>I opened the door, and I fell to the ground. Blood. There was blood everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, in the car.<br><br>A car had crashed into our garage. A car full of dead people, deceased in what must have been a horrible car crash. There was a family inside. A mother, a father, and their two kids.<br><br>I knew the father. He was my boyfriend’s former business partner. I didn’t know they still talked, but I guess they did.<br><br>I fainted.<br><br>When I came back to myself, I was lying in the hospital bed. My boyfriend was holding my hand, and looking at me with tears in his eyes.<br><br>When he saw me looking back at him, he cried.<br><br>“I’m sorry,” was all he said.<br><br>I didn’t say anything. I knew that if I said anything, I’d ruin my life forever. The only thing I could do while looking into his tears was hold his hand and pretend everything was okay.<br><br>It wasn’t.