Why More Happy Couples Prefer to Sleep in Separate Beds

According to a survey, only 14% of couples sleep in separate beds every night. And while many of us might believe in the saying “couples who sleep apart grow apart” there are studies that show the opposite is actually true.

We at Bright Side believe that there are no wrong or right sleep arrangements, because to some, sleeping in different beds can be as pleasing as for others sharing a bed with their partner.

A poor night’s sleep can turn lovers into fighters.

According to research, sharing a bed with a partner that has restless sleep behavior can deprive you of 49 minutes of sleep each night. And, when one partner doesn’t get a proper night’s sleep because of the other, it will most likely result in a conflict between them the next day.

Actually, the study even confirmed that couples who tend to have a poor night’s sleep have more severe and more frequent fights than those who wake up well-rested. People who get a good night’s sleep, on the other hand, are more likely to be in a good mood, have lower stress levels, and be more patient.

Resenting your partner because you can’t get a good night’s sleep can be destructive to the relationship.

Snoring, fidgeting, and bed or blanket hogging are just a few of many reasons why some couples choose to sleep in different beds or even in different bedrooms. Lying awake listening to your partner snoring while you beat yourself up to fall asleep can lead to a build-up of anger, tension, and resentment toward your partner.

According to Jennifer Adams, author of Sleeping Apart Not Falling Apart, sleeping in a separate bedroom can even help a relationship thrive because both partners are not sleep deprived.

Each partner can tailor their sleeping conditions to their heart’s content.

Tina Cooper, a licensed social worker, sleeps in different bedrooms with her partner because of their opposite sleeping habits. “I’m a night owl, he’s an early bird. I need soothing sounds to fall asleep, and he likes silence. He likes a hard mattress, and I like soft and full of pillows. And because I don’t like the early day’s sunlight, my boyfriend gave me the master bedroom which gets less light and he has the second largest room that gets the sunrise he loves.”

How you spend the nighttime in your shared bedroom with your partner can also influence your daytime functioning, marital satisfaction, and psychological and physical health. And when 2 people with different bedtime preferences and nighttime schedules end up together, changing themselves just to please their partner’s needs might harm their relationship in the long run.

Sleeping in different bedrooms with your partner means that the 2 of you will have a place just for yourselves where you can relax after an exhausting day. This way, both of you can satisfy your needs without tiptoeing around and worrying about whether your partner might wake up because you want to watch the latest episode of your show before bed.

Even if you don’t remember waking up, disturbed sleep can have a negative impact on your overall health.

During the night, our brain cycles through the stages of sleep several times: light sleep, deep sleep, and REM (Rapid eye movement sleep). But when you interrupt the cycle by waking up during the night, it means that your brain spends more time in the light sleep stage and misses out on REM. And without sufficient REM your emotional well-being and cognitive performance suffer.

Interrupted sleep can also have short and long-term health consequences, like hypertension, weight-related issues, mental health problems, reduced quality of life, and other health-related issues.

People on Reddit share why they decided to sleep separately with their partner.

  • “Because a good night’s sleep is more romantic than sharing a bed. I snore and toss and turn. He gives off literal village levels of heat in his sleep and I can’t stand the heat. I read, he can’t stand light. We keep different hours to an extent. A million reasons. We get along so much better this way.” — crankyweasels
  • “My partner and I have completely separate bedrooms. We ’sleepover’ occasionally in each other’s rooms. However, we both sleep exponentially better apart. He’s a night owl and I’m an early bird. He wants only one sheet on him, I want 10 lbs of blankets. In addition, having a separate room allows me to decorate it however I want, have my own personal space, and keep it to the level of cleanliness I prefer. People look at us sideways when I mention the separate rooms thing, but it’s been a game-changer.” — eriasana
  • “Different sleep cycles due to different work schedules. We are still madly in love and we both agreed to this because it’s the best for both of us.” — AFishInATank
  • “Early in our relationship, 90% of our fights occurred in the bedroom. I like to sleep in a cold room with the fan on and white noise like a box fan. I also like to go to sleep with the TV on. She likes to sleep in a warm, still, cave in complete silence and darkness. We started sleeping in separate rooms and all of a sudden 90% of our fights stopped. Also, because we were getting real sleep, other fights turned more into heated discussions.” — ttc8420

What are your sleeping arrangements with your partner? Do you believe sleeping in different beds can help a relationship thrive?

‘She’s on My Maintenance, I’ll Kick Her Out If She’s Not Obedient,’ My Husband Said About Me during His Celebration

When Abby loses her job, she seeks comfort in her husband, Gregor, to keep them afloat until she finds another. But while Abby assumes that Gregor will be supportive, she finds out how he really feels when they celebrate his birthday surrounded by their closest people…

I’m not usually one to share my life online, but after what happened recently, I figured my story should be shared. Let me tell you all about the time my husband tried to humiliate me in front of his friends and how I turned the tables on him in the most satisfying way.

A pensive woman in her forties | Source: Midjourney

A pensive woman in her forties | Source: Midjourney

I met Gregor when I was in my forties. I wasn’t looking for anything serious, and the marriage dream had died a long time ago for me.

“Come on, Abby,” my mother said. “It’s never too late to find someone. Don’t you just want to be married and settle down?”

I shook my head.

In reality, I did want that, but after a toxic relationship in my thirties, I was done thinking about it all. I didn’t want that anymore.

A couple arguing | Source: Midjourney

A couple arguing | Source: Midjourney

But then, I met Gregor and we hit it off right away. He was charming, thoughtful, and genuinely seemed to care about me.

“I’ve waited my entire life for you, Abby,” Gregor said when he showed up at my house with a bouquet of roses and an engagement ring tucked away in his palm.

Our first year of marriage felt like one long honeymoon. We traveled together, laughed together non-stop, and truly enjoyed each other’s company.

A man holding a bouquet of roses | Source: Midjourney

A man holding a bouquet of roses | Source: Midjourney

It seemed that we just belonged together.

Gregor was successful in his career, working as an executive at a well-known firm, while I was also doing well in my own career. I worked for a marketing company and I really loved my job.

Life was good, and I felt like I had it all.

A smiling couple in their forties | Source: Midjourney

A smiling couple in their forties | Source: Midjourney

“I told you, Abby,” my mother said one day when I went to visit her with ingredients to make dumplings.

“I know,” I chuckled. “I should have listened. But I’m happy now, and I think I finally got it right.”

“It’s all going to be fine,” my mother said. “As long as you’re happy.”

A plate of dumplings | Source: Midjourney

A plate of dumplings | Source: Midjourney

But then life threw a curveball.

The company I worked for went bankrupt, and just like that, I was out of a job.

It was a blow, not just financially, but also to my confidence. I was good at my job, but there was just something about being unable to do it that made me feel like I wasn’t good enough.

A close up of an upset woman | Source: Midjourney

A close up of an upset woman | Source: Midjourney

“It’s going to be okay,” I told myself as I sat at my desk for the last time. We had all been called in to pack up our belongings and just say goodbye.

But deep down, I knew that although I prided myself on my independence and hated the idea of being reliant on anyone, Gregor was still there.

When I broke the news to Gregor, he seemed supportive at first. But it didn’t take long for his true feelings to surface.

An upset woman sitting at a desk | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman sitting at a desk | Source: Midjourney

“What? Now, I’m going to be the breadwinner at home? The only breadwinner?” he asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“It’s just for now,” I said. “I’m going to start the job hunt as soon as possible. But until I get back onto my feet, it’s going to be you running the home. Okay?”

“Well, it’s not like I have a choice, right?” he said, rolling his eyes.

A grumpy man | Source: Midjourney

A grumpy man | Source: Midjourney

“It’s not for long,” I promised. “Just give me a few weeks and I’ll have another job ready to go.”

I had to admit, I was taken aback by his reaction, but understood his concern. I quickly started job hunting, determined to find something else.

I sat down at my laptop and stared at the screen until the words blurred.

A woman using her laptop | Source: Midjourney

A woman using her laptop | Source: Midjourney

“Come on, Abby,” I told myself. “You need to find something. You just need the world to give you a break, that’s all.”

While I was searching, I took a temporary job as a cleaner in a nearby restaurant. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was honest work, and it helped keep us afloat.

“At least your boss is happy to give us food,” Gregor said one evening as I unwrapped leftover steak and veggies from the restaurant.

A woman holding a mop | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a mop | Source: Midjourney

“Yes, the manager would rather have food sent home for our families to enjoy rather than just throw it out,” I said, cutting my steak.

“It’s good food,” Gregor said. “But at the same time, it’s not a good job for you. Our family and friends are used to seeing you with your nails and hair done, wearing high heels and fancy outfits. Not black slacks and an apron, Abby.”

A plate of steak and veggies | Source: Midjourney

A plate of steak and veggies | Source: Midjourney

“I know that,” I said. “But it’s not like I’ve settled for the job. I’m still actively looking for another job. This is to keep us going until then.”

Gregor grunted and continued to eat.

For a moment, I had no idea who my husband was. But this man wasn’t the one that I had married.

A man eating | Source: Midjourney

A man eating | Source: Midjourney

Fast forward a few months to Gregor’s 45th birthday.

My husband decided to throw himself a big bash at an expensive restaurant and invited all his friends, family, and colleagues.

“So, he can complain about looking after his wife, but he’s fine with spoiling everyone else for his birthday?” my mother tutted on the phone.

An older woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

An older woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“I don’t know what else to tell you, Mom,” I said. “It’s just how he is. But I’m looking forward to this. It’s my first weekend off in a while and I just want to unwind and have fun.”

“I know, darling,” she said.

Admittedly, I was excited for the night, thinking it would be a chance for us to relax and just spend time together outside of our home.

A smiling woman on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Happy birthday, my love,” I said to Gregor when we got to the restaurant.

I had called ahead and asked for them to set up black and silver balloons around the table Gregor had reserved.

The night started off well, with good food, laughter, and drinks flowing freely. As the evening went on, tipsy people began to make toasts.

A table with food and drinks at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

A table with food and drinks at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

First, was Gregor’s sister, Natalia.

“You’re lucky to have Abby in your life, brother,” she said, holding two glasses of champagne. “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

I felt touched by her words and smiled, feeling appreciated.

Gregor’s friend, Tim, went next, talking about the joys of having Gregor in the office next door.

A woman holding two glasses of champagne | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding two glasses of champagne | Source: Midjourney

Finally, it was Gregor’s turn to speak.

He stood up, his glass of champagne in hand, and began laughing before he even said a word.

“Oh, I know I’m lucky, Nat,” he said. “But let’s be real, Abby is lucky too! She’s basically my dependent now. I’d have kicked her out a long time ago if she wasn’t so obedient. It’s just a pity I invested all that money in her over the years.”

A man standing and giving a speech | Source: Midjourney

A man standing and giving a speech | Source: Midjourney

Gregor hiccupped and reached for a piece of shrimp from his plate.

The table fell silent, and my insides twisted more than they ever had. Embarrassed wasn’t enough to describe how I felt.

He was laughing, expecting everyone else to join in. Some people chuckled awkwardly, not knowing what to do, but most people looked around uncomfortably.

A plate of fried shrimp | Source: Midjourney

A plate of fried shrimp | Source: Midjourney

Gregor took another piece of shrimp before he dissolved into laughter for a while.

“Come on guys, that was a killer joke!” he bellowed in between laughing.

But then, as I sat there, something clicked inside me.

I decided I wasn’t going to let him get away with this behavior. This was toxic behavior.

A man laughing | Source: Midjourney

A man laughing | Source: Midjourney

I wasn’t going to allow that back into my life.

Calmly, I stood up and took a deep breath.

“Well, Gregor,” I said. “It seems like you’re forgetting a few things. But let me remind you and everyone else about some investments I’ve made.”

All eyes were on me as I spoke, and Gregor’s smug smile slowly faded away.

An expressionless woman | Source: Midjourney

An expressionless woman | Source: Midjourney

“You see,” I started. “While you’ve been investing in me, you’ve also been busy investing. The money you used to fund this luxurious celebration didn’t come from your account.”

Gasps erupted around the room.

“I saw the notification,” I said. “You took it from my savings fund. You don’t believe me? I can pull up the statement on my phone right now…”

A woman holding her phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding her phone | Source: Midjourney

“No…” Gregor said.

“I was willing to overlook this because we were a team, but it seems that we’re not. I know that you only took out the money to reserve this place, and that the rest of the bill needs to be paid when we leave here. Correct?”

Gregor nodded slowly.

“Correct,” he muttered.

A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

“And I have the money with me, right in my purse,” I said. “I wanted you to have a good birthday, and I didn’t want you to pay for your own birthday dinner.”

I looked around the table, seeing the realization dawn on everyone’s faces.

“But do you know what? I think I’ll just keep it, along with my dignity.”

With that, I calmly walked off the stage and out of the restaurant.

A woman walking away on the pavement | Source: Midjourney

A woman walking away on the pavement | Source: Midjourney

I don’t know how Gregor paid for the dinner, but I didn’t care. Instead, I went home and packed as much of my clothes as my car would allow, and I drove to my mother’s place.

I wasn’t going to stay in a toxic relationship again.

A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

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My Downstairs Neighbor Asked Me to Be Quieter at Night, but I Have Not Been Home for the past Week

When Piper returns from a trip with her friends, she cannot wait to get home to her husband. But as she unpacks her car, a neighbor approaches her, complaining about the noise from her apartment. If Piper wasn’t home, who was Matthew entertaining in her absence?

I had just returned from a blissful week-long camping trip with my friends. It was all about us taking time away from our lives and enjoying being away from the city.

My husband, Matthew, had stayed behind, claiming that he needed to stay at home.

A woman sitting outside and looking at the view | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting outside and looking at the view | Source: Midjourney

“I have to be home, Piper,” he said when I was packing my bags. “It’s just work responsibilities. There are meetings and presentations coming up.”

“Are you sure?” I asked him. “Why don’t you come along, and then we can find you a place to work in between it all?”

Matthew smiled at me and sat down on the bed.

A woman sitting on a suitcase | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting on a suitcase | Source: Midjourney

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said. “You go and join the others and have fun. You need some time away from this place.”

He continued to persuade me to go on the trip, and eventually, I gave in.

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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