My Husband vs My Horror Movie Addiction

Even when I was still young, I had always been fond of watching horror movies. But when I was pregnant with Lee, I suddenly developed this strange obsession with horror movies. Not romance, or comedy, nor documentaries about healthy pregnancies.

No.

I wanted ghosts, haunted houses, and Thai horror movies with background music that could send your soul out of your body.

Every. Single. Night.

And my poor husband had absolutely no choice.

Now let me tell you something about this man.

He is the type of guy who falls asleep five minutes into a movie. Especially horror movies. He says they're "boring". Imagine calling a woman in white crawling from the ceiling boring.

But because I was pregnant, he tolerated all of it like a patient public servant assigned to a supernatural duty.

One night, we were watching another horror movie marathon. I was so determined to stay awake and finish the story. 

Five minutes later? I fell asleep.

Completely unconscious.

Then suddenly, I woke up in the middle of the movie. The screen was dark. Someone was screaming. There was probably a ghost dragging somebody down the hallway. I immediately pretended I had been awake the entire time.

I gasped dramatically and whispered, "wala na nakaon na siya sa ungo." 

My husband slowly looked at me. Straight into my soul. 

And said, "Pag sure. Natulog ra baya ka."

😆

Because this man. THIS MAN - watched the entire boring horror movie alone while I was peacefully snoring beside him like a retired farmer.

Honestly, at that point, my husband was no longer watching horror movies. He was babysitting a sleepy pregnant woman with supernatural interests.

Then one night, karma arrived.

I had the worst nightmare of my life.

In my dream, I was trapped walking down a never-ending spiral staircase. Everything was dark. I kept shouting for help, but nobody answered me. I could hear echoes, footsteps, whispers...typical horror movie package.

I woke up panicking.

My husband immediately woke up too and asked what happened. 

I explained my nightmare dramatically like I survived an actual haunting.

And this man, instead of comforting me emotionally like a normal husband, looked at me and said,

"Mao nani resulta sa sige nimog tan-aw ug horror movie."

😂😂😂

And you'd think after that traumatic nightmare, I would finally stop watching horror movies, right?

Wrong.

The very next day, I asked him again, "Tan-aw ta horror movie?"

He would just roll his eyes and once again...

I slept.

Completely.

And when I woke up?

This man was still watching the movie alone.

I genuinely believe my husband deserved an award. For surviving MY pregnancy cravings.

So WHY AM I TELLING YOU THIS STORY?

Because love is not always grand gestures, expensive gifts, or dramatic movie moments. Sometimes love is a tired man staying awake through a horrible horror movie because his pregnant wife wanted to watch it. Sometimes love is hearing someone ask for another horror movie after getting traumatize by nightmares.

And somehow...still saying YES.

So please, don't settle for less.

Choose someone kind. Someone patient. Someone who can laugh with you. Someone willing to stay, even during your weirdest phases.

And pray for it.

Because the right person will not only love you during you best moments. 

They will also sit through terrible Thai horror movies while you snore beside them.