Sleeping alone has been a bit of a hurdle for me. I don't mean that in the clingy "ohmygod, I need to co-sleep" way either. There just comes a point in time where you spend three-plus years crawling into the same shitty bed with the same person that you come to get used to it. And when that sense of normalcy goes away, it can be a bit of an adjustment.
I have two beds in my apartment. Well, one's a pull-out. I could go sleep in the little one by myself, but I don't like the mattress as much. Meanwhile, the pull-out feels so damn empty when its just me. It's been a bit of struggle. An internal one, really. But one on which I'm working.
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