
My Partner Has Misophonia
I live with a woman who hears what I don't hear. A clicking pen can ruin her whole day.
For your partner
Nobody explains how to live with the person you love most when they snore, get distracted by everything, cannot stand certain sounds or live on their phone. These short ebooks put a name on what happens at home and tell it with humor, no blame.
Read one to understand your partner better, or hand it over with a smile so you can laugh together about what you both already know. Instant PDF download.

I live with a woman who hears what I don't hear. A clicking pen can ruin her whole day.

I gave this book to my wife. Forty minutes later she was emptying the pantry.

"Good morning, sweetheart." "Four sets of twelve." "Did you sleep well?" "Six ounces of chicken."

"Beth. I have a mole." "It's a mole." "A new one." (It was 6:45 a.m. and he was holding a flashlight.)

"Tina, why is there a boot on the table?" "It's waiting for its mate. It's in the car."

"Five minutes." "Can't you pause?" "It's an online game."

"When was the last time we really talked?" "We're talking." "No. This is alternating between screens."

"It's crooked." "Marcy, it's impossible to see one millimeter from ten feet away." "I can see it."

"Honey, what are you holding in your right hand?" "Oh. They were right here."

"It's not fear. It's common sense." "Marnie, airplanes are built for exactly that: flying." "That's what you say."

"Ross, do I ride up front?" "Hallie, you always ride up front. It's the Copilot Law."

"It's this way." (It wasn't this way.)

"I'll wear the gray one, it goes with everything." "Honey, that shirt is pink."

"I'm starting keto." "And who explained that to you?" "A video."

"I'm going vegan." She said it the way you'd announce you were switching internet providers. He looked at the fridge.

"My wife and milk broke up on bad terms." And he, who only cooked fried eggs, had to learn.

"I'm going to be a model diabetic. I'm going to quit sugar. Cold turkey." "Roger, it's not a race."

At 11:30 on a Friday night, she put a hand to her chest and said: "I have a small dragon in my throat. But with attitude."

My husband is probably the only person in the world who knows every public restroom in the city by heart.

Today Frank found a hair in the drain and stared at it like someone served a subpoena.

My husband bought a motorcycle. A big, black one, with an engine that sounds like a lion with indigestion.

Diane and I had been married twenty-three years. I thought I knew her. Until I found her with her head inside the freezer.

Venue: the bedroom. Performer: my husband. Instrument: his teeth. Ticket: none. Refund: impossible.

He stops breathing and I stop sleeping. This is the story of how we fixed it.

Last night my wife asked me for a divorce. Over a pizza.

Do you sleep next to a tractor? This book is for you (and for your earplugs).
Yes. They are short, warm reads written so you can laugh together, not to point fingers.
No. They are humor books with general information. If something worries you, talk to a professional.