I don't miss a huge amount about being in my relationship because mostly I missed that relationship stuff when I was in it, and that was very painful. So mostly I feel relief at not being in that position anymore.

And I'm usually good at upholding the denial so I'm no longer crushed by the grief at the failure of my marriage and the lonely old age I face etc. etc. Yadda yadda, even.

However, something I miss enormously is the luxury of being in bed and snuggling into someone. The embrace of the warm sheets, being able to scooch into someone's arms and snuggle up. It's the ultimate in indulgence. It's delicious. I suppose I'm lucky to have had it, before it went away.  But I long for it sometimes.

I do love my bed, and my body pillow. It's just not always quite enough.