I think it’s primarily written by someone used to a queen. When my wife and I had a queen, I’d get to bed a little later than her, have to shove her over to her 3/4 of the bed, and sleep while doing a delicate balancing act on my little sliver of bed.
After about a decade doing that we got a king size bed. I no longer have to shove her to get room for myself, but I still sleep on a same-size sliver that I’m used to. If I reach for my wife I can just barely reach her. It would be easy to reach her if I slept on a reasonable area of the bed, but that’s not what I do.
TL;DR: They’ve maintained the same distance from the edge they were used to, so all the new bed real estate ended up as a chasm between them.
If you can just barely touch her if you reach for her, then you aren’t being confined to a tiny sliver unless both you and your wife are types of people that can’t sleep if there’s even a hint of touching another person.
I think it’s primarily written by someone used to a queen. When my wife and I had a queen, I’d get to bed a little later than her, have to shove her over to her 3/4 of the bed, and sleep while doing a delicate balancing act on my little sliver of bed.
After about a decade doing that we got a king size bed. I no longer have to shove her to get room for myself, but I still sleep on a same-size sliver that I’m used to. If I reach for my wife I can just barely reach her. It would be easy to reach her if I slept on a reasonable area of the bed, but that’s not what I do.
TL;DR: They’ve maintained the same distance from the edge they were used to, so all the new bed real estate ended up as a chasm between them.
If you can just barely touch her if you reach for her, then you aren’t being confined to a tiny sliver unless both you and your wife are types of people that can’t sleep if there’s even a hint of touching another person.
I’m only confined to the tiny sliver in the same way an elephant is confined by a thin rope. It’s purely mental after many years of conditioning.