Bedwetting is normal for small children, but my husband, an adult in his 30s, has wetted the bed three times this year. He wetted the bed and didn't tell me, and last night he wetted the bed and went to the sofa again, and I sat on the sofa without knowing it.
My husband is 34 years old this year, and he has almost all the "five poisons of men", so I will endure it, but the most unacceptable thing for me is that he wets the bed. Last time he even wet my mattress, I didn't say anything the first two times, but last night he did the same thing again.
Recently, there has been some conflict between me and him, and no one pays attention to anyone. I took my child out for a big dinner last night and didn't ask him to come along. He later went to drink with his friends, and at half past eleven in the evening, the child called him **, asking him to drink and not sleep in the same bed as us, and he agreed in **.
I don't know what time he came back, only that I saw him come back when I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. He asked me to carry the quilt from the room to him, but I ignored him, and after going to the bathroom, I went back to my room and continued to sleep.
At about five o'clock in the morning, I got up again to go to the toilet, and when I saw him going to the toilet in the bathroom, the door was not closed, and I saw everything, and I was still thinking in my heart: why does this person sleep without clothes?
In the past, my husband often slept on the sofa outside when he drank, but he slept in small pants, and this time he didn't even wear small pants, I had some doubts in my heart, but I was still in a cold war with him and didn't want to pay attention to him.
I got up late this morning, and when I got up, I saw that the child was already sitting in the living room watching TV, and there was a thick quilt on the mat in the living room, and the thick quilt was more than 12 pounds, how did the child carry it over and put it on the mat?
The kid brought a quilt from the couch, and I asked him if it was his father's, and he said yes. I felt strange because my husband used to put the quilt on the sofa instead of the cushion.
I think maybe the kid lied, or maybe my husband slept on the mat in the middle of the night last night. I'm going to the park scenic spot today to pick dumpling leaves, so I went to the vegetable market early in the morning to buy glutinous rice.
I let the children watch TV at home and cover them with a quilt so that they don't catch a cold. Then I went out.
I hurried to the vegetable market to buy groceries, thinking that I would come back as soon as possible to make breakfast for the children. Unexpectedly, when I got home, my child was already eating breakfast at the table. I sat on the couch and played with my phone while eating my breakfast.
Suddenly, I felt a wetness on the back of my pants, and I thought it was when I soaked mung beans. But when I touched the sofa cushions, a strong smell of urine came to my nose, and I immediately understood that my husband must have wet the bed again.
I sat on the wet couch with the smell of urine in my pants and hands. I quickly dialed my husband's **, and he didn't answer the first **, I think he might not dare to pick up my ** because he was afraid.
I hit the second ** again and he took it. I yelled at **: "What did you do on the couch last night?".You're wetting the bed again, aren't you?Why didn't you say it when you wet the bed?
I'm all sitting on the couch cushions, my pants are wet, why do you keep doing that?He may not be able to speak, and he whispers back, "What happened to me last night?"
Didn't pay attention. I didn't care if it was convenient for him to speak, and continued to scold him: "You can say that you wet the bed, I won't sit on it if you say it, you are a person like you, you just do it on purpose, you wet the bed, forget it, and cover it with something, how can there be a person like you in the world?".He didn't speak again, just hung up the **.
When I let go, the anger in my heart still didn't subside, because this was not the first time he had done this. The first two times, he wet the bed in the middle of the night while he was asleep, and this time, he wetted the bed after drinking.
The first two times, he was on the mattress, and this time, he was on the couch cushion. The first two times, I found it on the spot, but this time, he didn't say a word and asked me to sit on the couch, where I was still enjoying breakfast, scrolling on my phone, and still researching why my hands smelled of urine.
This man must have known that he had wetted the bed last night, otherwise he couldn't have worn nothing last night, and then put the thick quilt on the cushion, which proved that he knew that the sofa cushion was wetting, but he didn't say a word, and even if he didn't say anything, he let me, an uninformed person, sit on the sofa, and still enjoy a urine-smelling breakfast there, only to find that the back of my pants was wet after eating, which is an insult I have never experienced.
Needless to say, when he comes back tonight, I will definitely educate him well, and I must make him realize his mistake so that the whole building can hear it.
It was the first time I had been insulted for the first time in 30 years of my life, and this insult was absolutely unacceptable to me.