Last night, I dreamt that Chris was outside the apartment fighting monsters. Yes, they were real monsters, like the type of over sized green monsters you imagine from old fairy tales from your youth that have fangs, huge claws, and scaly skin. He fought them, beat them up, and killed them.

Then, he came back into the apartment to report back his accomplishments. I was at the counter cutting vegetables, and I was completely unfazed by what he had said. Meh, I thought. It’s not a big deal. He got really angry and said I didn’t value him enough and that he questioned my devotion to our relationship. I told him he was overreacting and being too sensitive. “Monsters are monsters,” I said. “What is the big deal? There are all kinds of issues out there to face in the world, and you want to fight monsters?”