… The Guy is always right.
Because I’m always on the left!
So we can talk about some seemingly banal things here. And surely, my side of the bed isn’t banal. Between The Guy and me, the distinction between his side of the bed and mine is sacrosanct. He sticks to his side, I to mine. And that’s the unwritten rule of bed sharing in our room that’s rarely broken.
Before I got married, I didn’t often have to share my bed with anyone – not even my sister. And I never had to cofine myself to any particular side of the bed because I had it all to myself. But on our “first night” – yes the much hyped “first night” after our wedding – I slept on the right side of the bed. So I don’t know how it happened, but I just got the left side of the bed after we came back from our honeymoon. Actually, I do know why it must’ve happened: a) because the AC is closer to the other side of the bed and because The Guy is always more in need of the AC than me, I gladly let him have the right side of the bed. And b) because the television is exactly in the line of vision if you sit on the right side of the bed and since The Guy is such a television bug, he had to be on that side of our bed. So there we have it: why I am on the left side of our bed.
Anyway, so our territories are now clearly marked. There can be no breach of boundaries. And if for any purpose at all, I’ve spent my waking time on The Guy’s side, I must return to mine before we call it a night. That’s how we are.
Now, just about all the married couples I know of have their own side of the bed. I’ve never seen my mother sleep on the left side of her bed while my sister religiously sticks to the left side of hers. Those are just two examples. From what I’ve observed, the division of the bed between the husband and wife is usually non-negotiable. And rarely do people change sides as far as their bed goes.
People often choose sides that are convenient for them. So a lot of moms I know sleep on that side of the bed that makes it easier for them to access their baby’s cot. But in my case, I seem to simply have an affinity for the left side of the bed. So much so that even when The Guy is gone, I cannot sleep on any other side except my designated left side. And even when we travel and have to sleep in hotel rooms, I invariably end up choosing the left side of the bed! It happens without me even having to think about it. Through ALL our trips to different parts of the world, I’ve always had The Guy on the right side! Queer, huh?
I wonder if you’ve ever thought about your side of the bed… Tell me reader, what’s your bedside story?