Sleeping arrangements

Yesterday she was out with her sister, and I fell asleep in our bed.

“You can stay here,” she said when she came in after midnight, so we slept in the same bed for the first time in a week.

I so much don’t want this to be happening.

She says she is willing to continue working if I am.

“But,” she says, “you’re the one who decided not to sleep together. You’re the one who is looking to move out.”

“Well, I don’t think that either of us is capable of changing to the extent the other wants,” I said.

“I don’t think it’s about change,” she says, “it’s about having an insight into what makes us behave the way we do.”

“Do you think it’s likely you’re going to have one of these insights.”

“I already have,” she answers.

“But that hasn’t changed anything about the way you behave with me.”

“I don’t want to have this conversation anymore. I don’t think we should sleep in the same bed again.”