then we watch TV, until we fall asleep, not very exciting, but it's you and me and we'll, always
We talked some more last night about the big decision, particularly the fact it seems to be me that is hanging back from it. Of course, I have been slightly holding back from jumping in with my tiny little feet – i’ve been here twice before, and as I said it’s never worked out before.
I have a lot of thoughts racing around…will we row, can I deal with his mates cluttering the place up with fag ends and beer bottles watching sky sports; indeed ill have to deal with having all the sports channels (a condition of his), what if he goes out on a bender and doesn’t come home, will I become a paranoid eejit, will I become a wife cooking and cleaning and picking his pants up from the bedroom floor.
(Ok, I do that already and he is perfectly trustworthy if he doesn’t come home, I can track him down within 2 text messages as everyone of his friends always know where each of them are – yes I know its weird.)
He could curtail my sluttish behaviour, the kind we all do behind closed doors; my nightly wine drinking, watching trash TV, bathing, reading magazines, pretending the kitten is a teddy bear (she doesn’t appreciate huge hugs, i’m training her) and eating too many Chinese dinners. When do I get the space to do all these things? It’s all talk about his space, his friends, his football, but what about my time, my space, I like the time during the week to sit, quietly, relaxing, working, reading, tweeting and alone.
I will no longer be alone.
But then the house will never be empty either.
I can’t decide if this whole thing will be better or worse…
How do you deal with all these things?
I once moved in with a girl after two months. That was almost 10 years ago. Still married to her :-)
Having never lived with a guy, I would really stress out if I met someone I really liked and the subject came up. I am WAAAYYYY too precious about my personal space.
im doing this at the moment, or thinking about it anyway, and hanging back too. it hard isnt it?!
I’m in two minds. 1) give it a go and see how it pans out or 2) take it slow and then soon you’ll be ready.
Which isn’t very helpful. Although, on the other hand, just because you’ve got a man living with you, it doesn’t mean that you have to give up all those things you like doing. You just have to do them with someone else. Fun!
I second nuttycow. Just because you move in with someone, doesn’t mean your life should change. Well, it does, but for the better!
If you’re apprehensive about not having me time, then before he moves in, say that you want a night of peace and quiet to yourself and I guarantee he’ll be fine with it. We all need a girly night to ourselves. Nine times out of ten, you’ll get bored after half an hour and want him back in the room!
Think about things from his point of view too hun. He’s maybe apprehensive about moving into “your” pad, “your territory” and “your stuff”. It’s a bit scary moving into someone elses home. Even although you’ve both agreed on it, it still never feels 100% your own. So maybe he might tiptoe around the situation as much as you. But that’s not good living arrangements either.
I suppose you both have to find common ground and agree on things before you move in together but since you’re already practically living together, I don’t see any problems :)
Congratulations on the big move lady! Can’t wait to celebrate tonight xx
Please don’t stop bathing.
:) x
Jay and I are currently cuddled up on the sofa… on separate laptops.
Living together hasn’t changed anything about us!