Awakening From His Jet Lag

Summary

My husband, Garrett, had a deeply bizarre biological clock.

For three years of marriage, he would wake up at exactly 3:00 AM, pulling me out of bed to eat a lavish, heavy meal with him.

Then, at 2:00 PM sharp, he would pull shut every blackout curtain in the house, demanding absolute silence as he slipped into a deep sleep.

He told me he suffered from chronic, agonizing insomnia, and that this erratic schedule was the only way he could survive.

To accommodate him, I quit my job at a prestigious global consulting firm. Living in perpetual reverse, my body began to break down.