I’ve been away from my blog for a long time. I’ve had quite a few life changes. I’ve already given the health update, my psychiatric situation is in flux, but the biggest change is that I’ve moved in with my boyfriend. Yikes!
At 39 its a little late in life to lear how to live with someone else when I’ve lived alone most of my adult life. I’ve been feeling that I don’t have the tools that are necessary for a successful relationship. I’m learning though, J. is to important to me not to.
Now, we haven’t been together for very long. In all actuality we should have been eachother’s transitional relationships. Both of us having each ending a relationship recently when we got together. But, it was just right. Why fight it?
There are times when I get so irritated I want to leave, but it passes because I guess I love him and want this to work. I just feel like my personal space has been trespassed upon. Our new house is big enough to get away, and I comandeered the office for my own.
On the other hand, I love the domestication of it. Making dinner for him. Doing the laundry. Weird stuff is making me…well…content. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes that contentment feels so foreign its uncomfortable. Sometimes I bait him just to get a response (not very healthy I know). Other times it is just the perfect thing to just sit quietly together on the couch, each of us with our laptops in a companionable silence.
No, I’ll never give him children. But, I gave him a dog and two cats he loves. He takes care of me when my back is in pain, I’m trying to give him a real home. Its all a lesson in real life and I think I’m rolling with it.