So, the boyfriend and I are taking the plunge. No, not that plunge, we’re moving in together.
While I was excited at first, I’m now becoming more and more anxious as each day goes by. Or to put it more bluntly, I’m starting to freak right the fuck out.
You see, the boyfriend is a bit of a neat freak. Let’s just say, my nickname for him is “princess.” I, on the other hand, am not so much of a neat freak. Some, because they are just jealous I’m certain, have ventured to describe me as a bit of a slob. Hard to believe, I know.
I knew about the boyfriends preference for all things neat when we first got together and it kind of put me off at first. I didn’t want to be hearing some Martha Stewart wannabe bitching about my place all the damn time. But, we soon started spending a great deal of time together and got to the point where he was essentially living with me here in my humble abode. The complaints became fewer and further in between so I thought “hey, it’s not that bad, we’re more compatible than I thought!”
But now that we’re getting closer to the move, he’s been dropping little comments along the lines of “this kinda shit cannot be happening in the new place…” about things I don’t even think about, such as stripping down and leaving a pile of clothes beside the bed at night. What can I say, undressing all prim and proper and putting each garmet in its proper place before getting in bed? Not so sexy. And it’s not like he doesn’t have his own quirks that drive me nuts. For example, don’t even get me started on the trail o’ waterglasses that boy leaves behind him or his chronic inability to lock, or for that matter, close, a damn door.
But I digress. I’m starting to freak that once we get into “our” place, he’ll become a whole new kinda anal retentive. And a new War of the Roses shall begin. I’m willing to make some adjustments, but I am only human. Again, hard to believe, I know. And shouldn’t he be expected to make some adjustments as well? This is a 50/50 deal here, no one person should be solely responsible for changing their way of living to please the other person. We should be meeting somewhere in the middle. He doesn’t seem too open to that, though. As far as cleanliness and neatnes goes, he seems to believe it should be his way or the highway. Silly boy.
So, I’m looking for some advice and opinions here. I’m sure there’s some slobs and neatfreaks cohabitating somewhere out there. What kinds of things went down when you first lived together? What issues arose? How did you resolve them? Do you think this is going to be a disaster? How can I stop it from becoming a disaster?