The first hour when he is setting in for the night is unbearable for me. I cannot bear his noise on some sort of animalistic level, it enrages me. I know why - because until age 18, I slept in the same small room as my parents, putting up with every noise and smell coming from my wasted alcoholic father. I felt like I cannot sleep or breath, with nowhere to escape for years, until I moved out on reaching adult age. Another country, many years ago.
DH is healthy, not overweight but asthmatic. I love him dearly and do not want to hurt his feelings, he does not deserve that rage every night. He can’t help it, earplugs of every kind I tried do not work. Not white noise fan, it’s almost like I hear out for his snoring, like it’s a hidden threat.
I end up going to spare room most night, after a hour or more of lying there angry. But it feels like separation of sorts, and yet I can’t keep doing this. I need to go straight there and go to sleep in peace. Any words of wisdom will help - thank you.