Wife decided she didn't want to be married to me anymore this past August (fuck 2020) after 18 years, for a variety of reasons (some I even agree with, though I don't agree on the divorce part).

Cue next several months being awful for me. Due to a few different events and 2020 bullshit in general, my wife didn't move out till this past Sunday (it was heartbreaking, if I'm being honest). That being said, I realized something:

I have the whole fucking bed to myself.

So I laid down that evening watching Sunday Night Football right smack dab in the middle of the bed. Even made a "bed angel " by swinging my arms and legs back and forth.

After an hour though, I found myself getting rather uncomfortable. I moved over and slept on my usual side of the bed (I'm a side sleeper, if that means anything to this).

Monday night, same thing.

Tonight, I've been in bed 15 minutes and I'm already back on my side.

I just find it kinda funny that here I have this whole big bed to myself, and I'm using 1/3 of it. Kinda funny, and kinda sad.

God, I miss her.