I'm sorry I hit you

Joe came and sat on the bed tonight.  It was the third or fourth time he asked me how my day was.   Then he said “I’m sorry I hit you last night”.   Huh!    But you didn’t hit me last night.   

The disease is weird.   He has had nights of very disturbed sleep.   He has hit me during the night.   Sometimes it’s the shoulder blade, sometimes he grabs my wrist.   He has impressively punched his lamp and took it out.   However, he never remembered it. There was a time I was really afraid of going to work with a black eye due to how agitated he was at night.   

I am grateful for the apology and I am truly grateful to not have been hit.