My husband Mark and I had everything. Fifteen years of marriage. Two beautiful kids. A home we loved.
Then the snoring started.
At first, I thought I could handle it. "It's just a little noise," I told myself. "I'm a light sleeper."
But it got worse. So much worse.
I tried everything—earplugs, white noise machines, going to bed earlier. Nothing worked.
The sound would vibrate through the mattress, through the walls, through my entire body.
Finally, I moved to the guest room.
For the first time in 15 years, we were sleeping apart. What started as "just one night" became weeks, then months.