May be probing the proverbial hornets' nest, but I've wondered often over the years: "Oh, he sleeps alone. Just as well". "Snores too damned much". "Love holding her while I'm sleeping".
After years of sleeping together, similar hours, have many shifted away from that routine? My wife's Dad worked second shift for many years, came home late, slept in mornings, this circumstance then being one of the many possibilities.
A few years ago, having breathing difficulties, lying on my back, or otherwise flat, made breathing through my nose impossible. I took decongestants by the bucketful. Still take some. We bought a 3-seat couch with the two end chairs being recliners, at my wife's request, about a year ago. Doing livingroom homage to the T-V junk, she sits at one end, I the other. I quickly found I could sleep peacefully semi-reclined, half-way. She cannot sleep in the thing at all.
Semi-reclined, I breathe easily. So I started sleeping nightly thus. She sleeps in our bed. This crimps the "lovey-dovey" scene.
My own parents, I recall rather sharply, began sleeping apart way back when I was maybe in my early teens. The reasons are clouded. I sensed from remarks and innuendos by my Mother that this set-up was what my dad wanted. I came along late in the game, so by then they were no longer love-birds. My dad was 42 when I was born, my mother 37.
So, how prevalent a theme have I outlined? Reluctant to say? Fear not, we are close-knit here, never reveal secrets or uncomfortable facts indiscretionally, right?
imp
After years of sleeping together, similar hours, have many shifted away from that routine? My wife's Dad worked second shift for many years, came home late, slept in mornings, this circumstance then being one of the many possibilities.
A few years ago, having breathing difficulties, lying on my back, or otherwise flat, made breathing through my nose impossible. I took decongestants by the bucketful. Still take some. We bought a 3-seat couch with the two end chairs being recliners, at my wife's request, about a year ago. Doing livingroom homage to the T-V junk, she sits at one end, I the other. I quickly found I could sleep peacefully semi-reclined, half-way. She cannot sleep in the thing at all.
Semi-reclined, I breathe easily. So I started sleeping nightly thus. She sleeps in our bed. This crimps the "lovey-dovey" scene.
My own parents, I recall rather sharply, began sleeping apart way back when I was maybe in my early teens. The reasons are clouded. I sensed from remarks and innuendos by my Mother that this set-up was what my dad wanted. I came along late in the game, so by then they were no longer love-birds. My dad was 42 when I was born, my mother 37.
So, how prevalent a theme have I outlined? Reluctant to say? Fear not, we are close-knit here, never reveal secrets or uncomfortable facts indiscretionally, right?
imp
