Husband and I have had many conversations about this. No eating in bed, please. I know I made the mistake of having a popsicle recently and I think that made it seem like I was okay with it. But I'm not, I just wasn't moving that well after surgery. It's a combination of things... the chewing noises, the crumbs, the chocolate on white sheets and of course it's also mental.
For me bedtime is that-- bedtime, crawl in, close your eyes and drift off. I have a hard time falling asleep and often can't until he shows up. Husband takes his time, needs to decompress, I get it, but I don't understand why that includes a snack in bed when he could have easily stayed at his computer and eaten there.
Just now he crawled into bed with a piece of chocolate cake! I kicked him out and I don't feel bad about it. It's late, I have to get up early for therapy and I just want some rest.
I fear this is something he will never understand about me. I try so hard not to let my food ish affect his life, I know I have said before my issues should not be his issues. I fail at that sometimes and I know it.
But seriously, chocolate cake? Sigh, it's something to talk to my therapist about.