Bed Fights

A weird thing happened last week. You see, I went to Boston, as you already know, and Joy came too, but Joy didn't get there until a day after I did and came home two days before me. So she had three nights alone in our apartment while I was gone. Well, when I came back I realized something had happened: Joy's glasses, alarm clock, and book were all on MY side of the bed. Hmm. Now, I am a creature of habit like everyone else, and I've grown quite accustomed to my side of the bed. When I gently confronted Joy about what I saw, she plainly tod me that she liked to sleep on my side of the bed because it reminded her of me. Fair enough I suppose. But the odd thing was that even when I was home, she still wanted to sleep on my side of the bed. For the first night I allowed it, but on the next night, I put up a fight. And yep, she fought back. She kept saying that she wanted to sleep on my side because it reminded her of me, and then I would remind her that I was here so I could sleep on my side of the bed and that could be a good reminder of me. She didn't like that idea. In essence, she didn't want my actual being to remind her of me, she'd rather just sleep on my side of the bed. I know, it makes no sense. Finally the fights have ceased and her alarm clock is back to her nightstand. I just don't get how I'm not a good enough reminder for myself. Some things are beyond me.