I was married for almost two decades, and lived with my (now) ex-husband for three years before that. We always shared a cozy bed, and I never remember one of us taking to the sofa for any reason. I always slept really well with him next to me, and while all my friends were saying a king-sized bed changed their marriage, I was fine with our queen.
When he moved out I discovered something — sleeping like a starfish in the middle of my bed was delightful
I want the bed to myself. Hell, I want the whole damn room to myself
I don’t want to see any glasses that aren’t mine on the bedside table. I don’t want to listen to snoring or loud breathing. No one stealing the blankets or kicking in their sleep or babbling has become the way I like to catch my z's.
I’ve struggled with this, though, and I’m not sure I can tell him how I feel just yet. I’m not sure how I would handle it if someone said to me, “I’d sleep better if you weren’t here,” especially if I didn’t already have these feelings of wanting to sleep solo.
My divorce, and being single, has made me realize how much I love and need my own space
I want to pick out the sheets and the color of my walls.
I don’t want bottles of sleeping pills and nose spray and tissues about. I don’t want to see dirty socks on the floor when I wake up. And I really don’t want to share a closet with anyone after having it all to myself for so long.
And for the love of God, I want to stay up late and read if I want instead of listening to whatever sports channel he needs to fall asleep to.
I love my partner so much. I love being intimate with him.
I love having him with me. I just want my own room
And that doesn’t mean I love him any less or I’m selfish. It means I need something that’s just mine.
