[alexander_busek]

I know it sounds crazy, but I think he was taken over or something by a civil war guy, who might’ve been on the other side of the battle but put up in the hospital, and a fight was started between two men.

Did he actually use the word "bathroom?" Because no Civil War-era soldier would have used that word to describe a "privy."

Regards,

[Beowulf9]

No. Actually, not remember exactly but he said something like, ‘why did I get in his way’, why was I not letting him go past’. Then ‘yes you did, you stood in my way’ He then claimed I put my arms up or something to stop him. Something like ‘yes, you stood in front of me and wouldn’t let me through’ ‘deliberately got in my way’, ‘wouldn’t let me pass’. That sort of thing. When he came around and stood in front of me, though I was up on the other level of the floor he had a very aggressive posture, coming up close to me in a way that made me think he was going to push me or something. He has never been violent or physically abusive and we’ve been married for years.

When the conversation started I didn’t even understand what he was talking about. I could not follow it.

The word bathroom was only used when I said ‘what are you talking about, all I did was go to the bathroom, you were in bed? You just walked over here now’.

That whole conversation went on for a long time, hours into the early morning, me repeating similar statements. I kept trying to explain it to him, thinking he had a dream but he was upright and telling me all this looking at my face, eyes open. It took me a long time to even understand what he was telling me. I did not think of the civil war thing for a long time after we had gotten home. I think maybe months. It was so uncharacteristic of him.

All this time I have been telling the story as if he was wanting to get in the bathroom but come to think of it he never did say anything like that. It was all about me blocking him, and the way he was telling it like I was doing that to start a fight and he was going to finish it.

Interesting to realize. I have never put that together.

[Beowulf9]

Grumble Jones room at the Fairfield Inn, Pa. My husband was on the side of the bed by the door. The bathroom is next to the other side, out of view in this picture.