Zaia came flying into my room after we'd all gone to bed...I said, "What's up?" He said, "You didn't hear that thumping sound??" I said, "I heard you thumping... You scared?"
"Yeah... Can I stay in here with you?"
"Yep. Go to sleep."
I sensed him sitting straight up, and asked if he'd feel better if I had a knife or pepper spray close by. He said, "I've got my pocket knife..." and laid down.
After a few minutes, he said, "I freaked out over nothing, didn't I."
"I think so, babe, but that's okay. I do, too, sometimes."
And then he went back to his room.
And I laid there for a long time, remembering how scared I was the last couple years of my marriage. I moved into our guest room a year before we got divorced....I don't think I need to say why... And slept with the door locked and a knife under my pillow until I was finally able to move out.