Why sleeping alone was the great, unexpected gift of my divorce
For years I shared a bed, but after my marriage ended I had a place that was now exclusively mine – and where I could get eight hours of undisturbed sleep My husband and I had toyed with the idea of splitting up for years, but when I finally decided that we should no longer live together, not sleeping in the same bed felt much more tangible than getting a divorce. If the beginning of our marriage was snap, crackle and pop, the end was a bowl of soggy cornflakes. It was difficult to find things to celebrate in those early days of living separately . The realisation that our kids would have to turn their backs on one parent to go to the other seemed like an act of cruelty. But if I am making it all sound miserable, it wasn’t. Now, a few years on, the kids are all right and my ex and I are far happier for going our separate ways . One of the biggest surprises of our split has been that having my own bed contributes to a large part of that happiness. Continue reading... from The Guard...