Two months ago, my wife sat down beside me, her face serious, a look I wasn’t used to seeing. She took a deep breath and said, “Don’t be mad.” The way she said it sent a chill down my spine. I love her more than anything, so when she spoke like that, I instantly knew something was wrong. I braced myself for whatever was coming next, but nothing could have prepared me for what she said.

She looked at me with a mix of guilt and apprehension. “I’ve done something,” she began, her voice wavering slightly. “It’s bad.” At this point, my heart was racing. What could she possibly have done that was so bad? I could feel the weight of her words hanging in the air, and I had no idea what was coming next. Her eyes met mine, and she opened her laptop, placing it in front of me.

I stared at the screen, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. There, on Spotify, was an audio file labeled with something I didn’t quite understand. “I never meant for it to go this far,” she confessed, her voice almost a whisper. I looked closer at the laptop, still trying to figure out what was happening. Then, I saw it. My snore. A recording of my snoring was uploaded, and it had gained traction.

Confused and a bit taken aback, I glanced up at her. “What is this? Why is it on Spotify?” I asked, still processing the bizarre situation. My wife seemed to shrink under my gaze, clearly regretting what she’d done, but she also seemed relieved to finally be telling me. “It was just supposed to be a funny thing,” she explained. “I thought I could share it with a couple of friends, but I never imagined it would blow up like this.”

As I processed her explanation, the numbers on the screen began to make sense—40,000 listeners. My snore, which I had always thought of as a little annoying quirk, had turned into some kind of viral sensation. I didn’t know whether to laugh or be upset. There was a part of me that couldn’t help but find it a little funny, but another part of me was mortified that something so personal had become public entertainment.In the end, my emotions were mixed, and I wasn’t sure how to react. My wife clearly felt terrible, and she was trying to make it right. It was hard to stay mad at her, though, when I could see the genuine regret in her eyes. Despite the initial shock, I knew that this was just another odd chapter in our life together. We’d laugh about it one day, I was sure of that, but for now, I just needed time to wrap my head around the fact that my snoring had become an internet sensation.