Grace’s post speaks to all couples who have ever secretly wished they had their own bed or own room. (Yearning for a separate house may hint at a bigger issue but, hey, however we can make modern partnerships work, eh?) And Grace is right, there is a joy but stigma of electing to (literally) not sleep with your partner.

In days of yore, young women were counselled by older matrons that separate sleeping after a fight would not only become a habit but a comfortable habit. A habit that might see separateness creep into other areas of the marriage or partnership. This of course, is the underlying fear; that wanting to sleep alone signals some deeper meaning or impending rift. It could, however, be as prosaic as simply wanting to get a good night’s sleep, especially if your partner snores or has other habits which sees you grinding your teeth to powder by the morning.

As Grace says, surely we can love our partners, but also enjoy the odd night where we can relish a good book, a tipple of choice and blissful, blissful alone time. Now what on earth could be wrong with that? Ed

Husband used to go abroad on business. I was never happier. He always looked slightly disconcerted when I hastily dumped him at Departures, revved the car and roared off with a smile on my face. But I wasn’t rushing off to some assignation, I simply couldn’t wait to get home to have the house all to myself.

The older I get, the more I relish my own company. When I am alone in the house, there is no one else to consider apart from the dogs and let’s face it they are not very demanding. In particular, having the bed all to myself is an absolute dream – no duvet pulling, wafting smells, snorting, snoring, guffawing or restlessness from the other side of the bed.

If I wake in the middle of the night I can, with impunity, switch on the light, make a cup of tea and read a book.

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