Maybe it's not so much that I can't sleep without him, but rather, that I feel guilty that we go to bed at the same time (usually too late) and then I get to sleep for at least two hours more than he does. Being married has sort of forced me to learn how to sacrifice. And maybe this is a bad example to use, but I feel like if I'm awake at 5 am too, and doing things at home, then I'm putting in the same hours he is. He sacrifices sleep to go to work and earn money and I sacrifice sleep to do the laundry and write thank you cards. OR it's possible that these are the ramblings of a sleep-deprived, newlywed who misses her husband too much to sleep in this big bed all alone.
