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.

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from The Guardian https://ift.tt/2o3Qv8H

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