When I first started seeing my SO we were both working in the same place.
After 6+ months of him spending every night at my house he started bugging me to move in. I was very hesitant, I’d never cohabitated before. I eventually caved, as more months passed and it became clear that if I was going to feel that my personal space was being infringed upon it would surely have already surfaced. So then we were living together and working together, 24/7. And it was as easy and comfortable as breathing.
Many people had warned me that sleeping together was one thing, living together, entirely another, much more difficult.
Then we began to travel, extended journeys, 2 mnths, 6 mnths, even 10 mnths, in exotic locales. Can’t get much more together than that, I’d say. Again it was pretty much as easy as breathing.
Many people had warned me that living together was one thing, travelling together, entirely different kettle of fish, very trying on a relationship.
And time passed and we took more trips, and worked in different jobs, and still lived together.
16 years have come and gone now, we still really just want to be together, even if we’re doing different things at the time, we still have a deep and abiding need to be near each other. We have seperate interests and friends, do things on our own, and are not ‘attached at the hip’ as the world would seem to want to interpret our relationship.
Being with him has always seemed as easy and natural as waking up each day.
Don’t let other people determine what’s right for you.
We’re all different, that’s what makes it so much fun.
Do what feels right for you, and the world be damned.
I often hear from people these days how lucky I am to be in such a good relationship, I have to bite my tongue from saying, ‘yeah, it’s a good thing I didn’t listen to all my well meaning peers and judge my relationships by their experiences’.