On Sleeping Alone

I live with my BF in an apartment. It is not small, not big either. We have two bedrooms. One room actually is a bedroom: it has a bed in it. The other room we use for storage, laundry and my BF's bike.

My BF is a tall man, he takes in a lot of space in our bed. And he is what I call a loud sleeper: He sometimes snores, other times he grinds his teeth, he moans and groans and talks. This all tends to wake me up. I sometimes plug in earplugs, and sometimes if I cannot handle it anymore, me and my pillow  head to the living room and go sleep on the couch.

I have to confess: I like to sleep alone. I tend to sleep much better when I am alone in a room or in a bed. In my perfect world, I would live in the same house with my BF, but I would have my own bedroom. In our society, I think it is like a taboo. Last week I talked about this with a friend. She totally understood me (and she even has room for an extra bedroom), but she would rather die than tell her husband honestly how she feels about sleeping alone. My BF knows I like to sleep alone. He gets it and he is not offended by it.

Lately I think he too would like his own bedroom since my alarm buzzes at 5.30 AM and I get up. This wakes him up as well. And he cannot do stuff on his laptop at night anymore (like he used to), because I want to go to sleep around nine. Around nine? Yes, bedtime is getting earlier by the week.

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