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My entire life I have lived with other people.  Family first, then college roommates, then family again, post-college roommates after that and with my partner, as I live now.  Well, sort of.  He is out of town for work now, as he has been for the last month and will be for the next month until the elections are over. 

I’ve realized since he’s been gone that I just haven’t been sleeping that well.  This is hard to admit because I see myself as an independent person, someone who can get by on her own.  I’m currently enrolled in a Women’s Studies program and am surrounded by intelligent, strong, progressively minded women who inspire me to push my own boundaries of thought and activism every single day.  So when my partner was gone for the first few days and I lost a little sleep, I thought it was just my body’s way of adjusting to having an entire full sized mattress to myself.  But as one week turned into two, then three, and now four, I find that as I twist and turn in bed it is not him I miss, but what his presence in my bed symbolizes: protection.