Ever since my x2b told me she wanted a divorce I haven't been able to sleep in bed and have slept on the couch leaving the bed stripped bare like some sort of artistic expression of our relationship.
The dog's a bit narked that he is now off the couch at night (except when I'm blogging) and has to sleep in HIS bed on the floor, which he always thought was an ornament.
The other night I dreamt I was looking at a fully made-up bed again, but this one was a single. I can't decide if that was a hopeful prophecy or a woeful one.
Tonight I got things a bit more in perspective. My Mum has an eye