If I had known how difficult it was to sleep (I mean really sleep) with someone, I would have just forgone the Cal King and gotten two double beds with a nightstand and lamp in the middle. But no, nobody tells you that being sleep compatible is an important part of marrriage. I suspect because not many people are, and it's a dirty little secret.
Because seriously? I cannot sleep (again, head.out.of.gutter) with my own husband.
The other day I was minding my own freaking business, fast asleep at some ungodly single digit hour and people, I was smacked!
Not exactly used to getting hit in the stomach while fast asleep, I made some sort of noise, which I would expect exactly 99.9% of the rest of the population would do as well. Please tell me that you wouldn't just roll over?
Apparently, my husband took my cry of dismay over being sucker punched as some sort of disapproval of him and left to go sleep on the couch. He may have been right, come to think of it.
But the next morning, Gina was the bad guy. Gina kicked him out of bed. He was just trying to see if I was there, and it was a loving gesture that I twisted around into something it wasn't.
His love of shopping only barely makes up for crap like that, I'm telling you.