When my friend Carrie got a divorce, she dreaded having to sleep alone. One night, early on, she found herself wondering if anyone had figured out a way to heat a body pillow to newly-absent-husband temperature.
But a year later, when Carrie got her first serious boyfriend, there was what she calls a full reversal. “Now I have to drug myself with melatonin or weed gummies just be in the same room with someone when I’m trying to wind down,” she says. “Forget sleeping.” In fact, she says, she’s realized she never actually liked sharing a bed, only what it meant to have someone to sleep with.
