My husband and I have this fantasy of each of us having our own bathroom joined by a big glass shower in the middle. It would be the best of both worlds; I could make a mess in my bathroom and he could have privacy in his; but we could meet in the shower.
But our own master suites? No way! The time we spend in bed together is the best part of the day. It’s the time we catch up on each other’s life and have a glimpse of each other as a person; not just a parent, cook, cleaner, chauffer.
According this article in New York Times, we may be in the minority. One in four couples sleep apart? Sixty percent of new homes will have double master suites. Wow. I thought sleeping in separate rooms was a vestige of a time when women and men lead separate lives and couldn’t fart in front of each other or be seen without their undergarments on.
But I guess the need for sleep in the modern age is surpassing our need for intimacy (the emotional and physical kind).
The marital bed can be a place of controversy, companionship and of course, sex. I don’t always love having my husband snoring beside me or waking me up when he is restless but I wouldn’t give up the connection we have to each other by being in the same bed for anything.
When my husband is away I sprawl out in the bed, I read until late and I leave my book open on his side. It’s so freeing! And as lovely as it is I wouldn’t want the bed to myself all the time. (But the closet is another story, that I could have all to myself and our relationship would be better for it!)