My husband secretly RECORDED me sleeping for months and sent videos to his friends [FULL STORY]

The Discovery of the Secret Red Light

My husband secretly recorded me sleeping for months and sent videos to his friends to rate my positions. I’d been married to Rick for three years when I started noticing weird things.

We had a good marriage before this. Both worked regular jobs—him at a warehouse, me at a medical billing office.

We’d cooked dinner together, watched reality shows, and did normal married people stuff. His friends liked me, my friends tolerated him, and we were talking about kids next year.

Then one morning, I woke up and his phone was on the nightstand pointing at me. I asked why, and he said he must have knocked it over reaching for water.

It made sense, so I moved on. But then it kept happening.

I’d wake up at random times and catch this little red recording light. When I confronted him, he said I was paranoid.

A week later, I pretended to sleep and watched through barely open eyes as he carefully positioned his phone against the lamp to record me. When I suddenly asked what he was doing, he jumped and said he was checking the time.

I grabbed his phone and found dozens of videos of me sleeping—just me lying there, mouth open, drooling, sometimes hair all crazy. Some were 20 minutes long, and some had zoom-ins on my face.

I asked him what the hell this was about. He said it was sweet and that he liked watching me peacefully.

I told him it was creepy and to delete everything. He said he did, but I knew he didn’t because our cloud storage was suddenly full.

A Hidden Library of Intimacy

After that, he got sneakier. I’d find his tablet tucked between books on the shelf recording.

His laptop was positioned weirdly on the dresser. Once, I found a whole camera I didn’t know we owned hidden behind the plant in our bedroom.

Every time I caught him, he’d apologize and say he’d stop. Then I’d find another device recording me two nights later.

I started sleeping badly, always wondering if I was being filmed. The breaking point was when I was sick with the flu—fever, couldn’t breathe through my nose, and looked absolutely terrible.

I woke up at 3:00 a.m. to pee and saw his phone propped on his pillow recording while he was in the living room gaming. I checked his phone later and found he’d sent videos to his group chat with his buddies.,

They were rating my sleeping positions and making jokes about my snoring. His friend Doug said I looked like a dead seal.

Another guy, Tony, made some gross comment about what position I sleep in. Rick responded with laughing emojis.

Understanding the Sleep Obsession

That’s when I really started paying attention to Rick’s habits. Turns out my husband had this weird thing about his sleep.

He needed perfect conditions: a white noise machine, blackout curtains, and a special pillow he paid $200 for. He wouldn’t let me turn on any lights if I got up to pee.

He took melatonin every night at exactly 10:30. If anything disrupted his eight hours, he’d be miserable for days.

He literally had a sleep tracking app and would show me his sleep score every morning like I cared. His whole family knew not to call after 9:00 because Rick needed his wind-down time.

His mom once apologized to me for calling at 9:15 about a family emergency. So, I decided if he wanted to document my sleep, I’d help him understand what bad sleep really looked like.,

The Psychological War Begins

I started simple. I’d wait until he hit deep sleep around midnight, then I’d suddenly gasp really loud like I was choking.

He’d jump awake in panic and check on me. I’d pretend to still be asleep.

I did this randomly, maybe twice a week. He started looking exhausted.

Then I stepped it up. I downloaded this app that makes subtle creepy sounds on a timer—whispers, creaking, and scratching noises.

I set it to go off at random times between 2:00 and 5:00 a.m. The volume was just loud enough to wake him but not enough to figure out where it came from.

He became convinced we had mice in the walls and had an exterminator come twice. The guy found nothing.

I started sleepwalking, though I’ve never done it before in my life. Suddenly I’d get up at 3:00 a.m. and just stand by his side of the bed.

He’d wake up to me just standing there staring at nothing. When he’d try to guide me back to bed, I’d mumble nonsense about cameras watching us.

He started sleeping with one eye open.

The Masterpiece of Humiliation

The masterpiece was when his brother Kyle was visiting. Kyle knew about the videos because he was in that group chat and thought it was hilarious.

So while they were both sleeping, I set up Rick’s own camera to record him. But first, I put makeup on him while he was knocked out on his melatonin.

Nothing crazy, just enough to look weird—lipstick, some eyeshadow, and drawn-on eyebrows. Then I recorded him sleeping like that for an hour.

The next morning, I sent the video to his group chat from his phone while he was in the shower.

Requested Reads is on Spotify now; check out the link in the description or comments. His phone started buzzing on the kitchen counter while water ran in the bathroom.

I stood there making coffee and watched the screen light up over and over, message after message popping onto the lock screen. The preview texts were enough to see what was happening.

“Dude WTF is this?”

From someone named Brad.

“Lmao did you lose a bet?”

From another, with three laughing emojis.

I picked up the phone and unlocked it with the same passcode he’d been using since we got married, the one he never thought to change. The group chat was going crazy.,

Someone asked if this was a prank. Tony made a joke about Rick joining a drag show.

Another guy I didn’t recognize posted a screenshot of Rick’s sleeping face with the makeup and added,

“10 out of 10 would not bang.”

They were ripping him apart the same way they’d ripped me apart when I was sick with the flu, drooling and congested. The shower turned off.

The Confrontation in the Kitchen

I set the phone back down exactly where it was and went back to pouring my coffee, adding creamer slowly while my hand stayed completely steady. Rick came out of the bathroom in his work clothes, hair still damp, and reached for his phone without looking at me.

He was probably planning to check his sleep score like he did every single morning. I watched his face as he picked it up and saw the notifications.

His expression went from normal to confused in about two seconds. He unlocked the phone and started scrolling, and I could see the exact moment he understood what happened because all the color drained out of his face.,

His mouth opened a little. He kept scrolling and scrolling, reading message after message, and his hand started shaking.

He looked at me standing there with my coffee mug, then back at his phone, then at me again. He walked over fast and held the phone up between us.

“How did you get into my phone? Did you send this?”

His voice came out higher than normal.

I took a sip of coffee and looked at him over the rim of the mug.

“Same passcode you’ve had for three years. And yes, I sent it. Now you know how it feels to have people judge you while you’re asleep and can’t defend yourself.”

He stared at me like I’d grown a second head.

“This is completely different. What I did was sweet. I was just watching you sleep because I love you. You put makeup on me and sent it to my friends to humiliate me.”

I sat down my coffee mug harder than I meant to, and it made a loud clink against the counter.

“Sweet? You recorded me without my permission for months. You sent videos of me drooling and snoring to your buddies so they could rate my body and make jokes.” ,

I continued.

“Doug said I looked like a dead seal. Tony made gross comments about my sleeping positions and you responded with laughing emojis like it was the funniest thing you’d ever seen.”

Rick’s face went from white to red.

“They were just joking around. Guys joke like that. It didn’t mean anything.”

I felt something hot and sharp rise up in my chest.

“I never consented to being filmed. I never agreed to have strangers look at videos of my body when I was vulnerable and asleep. You violated my privacy for entertainment and shared it with people I barely know. So yeah, I made you experience a tiny fraction of what that feels like and now you’re upset because your friends are laughing at you the way you all laughed at me.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out for a second. Then he said,

“You’ve been torturing me for weeks. The sounds, the standing over me, the fake choking.”

He continued.

“Do you have any idea what that’s been like? I can’t sleep. I can’t function. I got in trouble at work because I’m exhausted all the time. You did this on purpose to mess with my head.” ,

I grabbed the edge of the counter because my hands wanted to shake and I wouldn’t let them.

“You’re right. I did it on purpose because you wouldn’t stop recording me no matter how many times I asked. You’d apologize and promised to delete everything and then I’d find another camera hidden in the bedroom.”

I spoke firmly.

“You made me paranoid in my own home. I couldn’t relax or sleep because I never knew if you were filming me. So I made sure you understood what it’s like to not feel safe when you’re trying to sleep.”

Rick’s jaw clenched.

“That’s psychological torture. You deliberately prevented me from sleeping for weeks. That’s abuse.”

The word hung in the air between us like smoke.

“And secretly recording someone’s body without consent isn’t abuse? Sharing intimate videos with your friends isn’t a violation? You’re only calling it torture now that you’re the one who can’t sleep.” ,