She handed me my monitor, and she lied down on the couch with me again. We cuddled for a while, and she even fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. I brought her into bed; kissed her on the forehead; told her sweet dreams; and checked her blood sugar to make sure she was ok. I went back out, and started trading again all night. I even went back in to check on her throughout the night, and make sure her blood sugar was ok. Everything seemed fine, and she seemed happy. The only thing I can possibly think of is that the alcohol and the antidepressant she was taking caused her to black out most of the night. Her story about what happened is full of holes, and stuff that I can prove is wrong. I mean the whole thing only lasted about 15 minutes thanks to my heart including her putting in the plug. We were only having sex for maybe 5 minutes total if that. The rest was just us cuddling together. She got home around 1:30am, and I've even got records that show I had already entered a trade by 1:59am. It takes me a bit to setup a trade first too. My heart monitor shows I'm telling the truth too. There was no connection all day because I'd forgotten it in the car when I took her to class. The first connection was when she went to go get it from the car for me. I don't know why she ended up making the jump from us having sex that night to me having raped her without even bothering to talk to me about it. I mean everything seemed fine even the next morning. She came out, and sat down next to me on the couch again while I was still trading. We chit-chatted a little bit, but I was really busy and stressed out from a bad night of trading so we didn't talk much. Around 1:30pm I took her to her doctor's appointment, and she even asked me to join her if I wanted. I keep wondering if only I had gone with her that maybe we could have talked about this or she would have realized that nothing was wrong. I just thought she'd enjoy some privacy at a urology appointment. When it was over we drove home, and I went to bed. She came in a few minutes later, and told me that she was going to go meet some friends at the pool. I told her to have fun & that I loved her, and that I would see her when she got back. The next thing I know I'm waking up to her gone without even leaving a note. It was so unlike her that I thought something had happened to her. We'd had a break-in a little while ago. My wife had woken up to some guy standing outside our bedroom door. I thought she had made it up at first, or was having another one of her nightmares. I ended up finding a candlestick of all things missing though. It was weird, and at the time I thought it was just a drunk college student or something like that. Now I was worried someone had been stalking her or something like that. She's a very kind & trusting woman that has a hard time telling people to leave her alone. When a bum or crazy person talks to her on the bus she just goes with it, and I was afraid that maybe she'd talked too much to the wrong person. I ended up calling the police, and after pushing to try to get them to help me find her they finally made contact with her father. He told them that I'd become violent, but that she didn't want to press charges. I didn't have a clue what they were talking about, and I mean...what am I supposed to think? I wake up, and my wife was gone saying I'd been violent. I thought that she meant something had happened the day she left. I never even thought about the night before at all until later, and even then it was just in passing. I've got a history of reacting kind of violently to being woken up, and I thought I'd done something like that. That I'd done something to scare her, and that she just needed some time. I figured she knew it was an accident otherwise she wouldn't be telling them she didn't want to press charges. When she kept on not even being willing to talk to me or tell me what happened I began to wonder if it had been something even worse than me just flailing when she tried to wake me up. I had been looking up stuff about sleep walking and sleep disorders, and I came across this thing called REM sleep disorders. I told my dad about it, and he started telling me all these awful stories about when I was younger. Apparently my mother wouldn't even let him wake me up because she was scared I'd hurt him. She would wake me up by calling to me from the doorway. I'd never known I was this bad until then. When my father headed up to