I sleep in a separate bed from my husband – but there’s nothing wrong with our marriage
metro.co.ukhusband, Jay, and I finished whatever TV show we were bingeing, said goodnight and then went our separate ways – he to his bedroom, me to mine.Climbing under the covers alone, I turned the lamp on and picked up a book – continuing to plough through without worrying whether the light would disrupt my partner.
When I felt my eyelids starting to get heavy, I got myself comfy and drifted off almost instantly.The next morning, when I rolled over, I wasn’t next to Jay – but I’d had a peaceful night’s rest.We don’t go to sleep together and haven’t done so for a while now.
But, despite what you might think, there’s absolutely nothing with our marriage – in fact we’re stronger than ever. If anything, snoozing in separate beds has probably improved our relationship.When I met Jay 12 years ago, we instantly took to bed sharing.
Totally normal, right?Whether it was alternating between his place in one part of London or mine, there we would be, in each other’s space and thinking nothing of it.
