When my ****** was an intern she use to work late through the night, ***** through the day. So the only time we ever got to talk about anything was when she'd get home. So what I used to do, I used to lie in my bed and try to stay awake as long as I could. But it never worked. The harder I tried, the faster I'd fall ******.
Funny thing is sometimes she'd come home early. I'd pretend to be ******. She'd stand in the doorway looking at me, and I'd keep my eyes shut. And I knew she just wanted to find out about my day. So she came home early, just to talk to me. I still wouldn't move I'd still pretend to just be ******.
I don't know why I did that.
It was a control and power struggle between you too
you had power over her
the staying awake and doing it is a deep mystery for dr phil