6:48 AM on my day off. That’s about 5 hours of sleep. No, 4. About the same as last night. I can’t sleep. I want to sleep but I can’t. The vibrating noise from my husband's aggressive fan rumbles through my walls and I can’t handle the noise. My brain is on fucking fire listening to the God damn vibrations. He doesn’t get it, the stimulation. He doesn’t know what it’s like trying to drown that out night after night. Like a damn car starting up in my bedroom where the engine r

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