In the days that remain, there’s no doubt our ‘sleep divorce’ can work – when we’re working anti-social hours, or conversely when we’ve had a lovely evening together, and don’t mind a bit of space. But though I’m gaining shut-eye, I miss resting my head on Mat’s chest, feeling his heartbeat as I say, ‘What’s that rubbish you’re watching?’ Now that the novelty’s passed, I feel blue going to bed on my own; lonely waking up to nothing but a pair of drawn curtains. Uninterrupted sleep may be a key factor in mental health, but I was happier before.
The month is up, and we’re both strangely apprehensive. Having tasted the bliss of a full night’s sleep, how will I feel about going back to a shared bed? Short answer: relieved. Mat’s still there, as he’s always been, and we settle into the old routine (kiss goodnight; bicker over duvet management). When, a few hours in, I’m woken by his gentle snores, I no longer lie there raging. I prefer it when he’s beside me.
So how’s it going now? Inspired by the GH survey finding that 11% of those who sleep apart do so occasionally, Mat and I have put some healthy flex into the bedroom. We still start every night together, but if sleep eludes me, I’m quick to seek it in the spare room, grateful of the option. I’ve made my bed, and I’m happy to lie in it. Mostly…