My husband and I always sleep together. If he falls asleep on the couch in the evening, I try to sleep alone in the bed. I have to go downstairs and wake him up to come upstairs so I will be near him. I can't sleep well without him. Although, oddly, sometimes in the morning, I fall asleep after he leaves.
Lately, I haven't been sleeping much, so I get up when he leaves.
I hate when he's out of town. At first I'm always going, "Oh, I'm going to have my time to myself, no service, just me for me!" (Of course the kids always need something from me.) Then, I miss him and wish he were home.
He's going again this summer to the Lakota Rez with our friend's church group, to help the tribe improve their community center (it's the only place most people on the Rez have running water and heat) the Pastor's house, and some of the trailers the people live in. He did it last summer and he's going back again this year. I am going to miss him. But, it's such a good thing he does that I don't mind too much.