A Room of One’s Own

Would it be awful for me to say, I want my own room? One of the hardest things to navigate in marriage is the craving out of space –personal space. Perhaps it’s because we presume that love is enlargement of many of our spaces –the spaces between bodies broken by children; spaces between hearts broken by vows of eternity; spaces between lives broken by intimacy; and even the space between yours and mine, broken by the shared bank account.

The romance of lulls us into thinking that we are one and that all sacred spaces are to be shared from this day forward. It was certainly something I bought into the first five years I was married. How I wanted to absorb myself into him and he into me. I’d like to think he felt the same way, in the beginning as well. But it’s been more than 10 years now and the gloves have come off.