Wow. But I'm definitely in agreement. 

Well, in a roundabout way, you kinda got to the essence of the problem.

Oh yeah the separate bath thing is a whole different discussion, oh my god.

Ahhh, my dream was - is - always of living in a modified duplex with my partner, where we each have a half of an identical house, and we have a door that connects our units from the inside.

Nah.

Impractical unless the root cause is physical, like one partner tossing and turning, or sleep-kicking.

Or, before you buy, you openly discuss and mutually negotiate in advance what your spacial needs will be - including separate bedrooms and space for a growing family - and how to financially achieve those needs?

Anecdotally, a king didn’t solve the problem as my partner just took up the exact same percentage of the bed as they did when we had a double, and then subsequent queen mattress.

The cuddling aspect was difficult to negotiate at first when sleeping apart, because my partner and I both enjoy falling asleep like that, but at best, it lasts two hours.

100% my partner of a decade and I both prefer sleeping alone. We openly admit that. 

Right?

Jesus, this comment.

You’re not quite getting it.

I love the concept, but your meter and cadence are slightly off. 

You do know what you’re saying here is that someone’s creativite output has to be palatable to you, personally for it to be of any value? 

This. 

As a rule, I don’t trust anyone who says they enjoy eating black licorice and actively seek it out.

Word, KitKats are vile, and so are Smarties.

This is the correct take. 

KitKat is a vile, vile mess of a ‘chocolate bar’ cobbled together from dust, soap scum, and communion wafers and should go straight in the compost whenever encountered. The only greater abomination is the tinted drywall slugs known colloquially as Rockets.