I have a sorority sister who lives next door to her husband.
Yes, we just get my stuff for me and his stuff for him. The steak knives are in his drawer, and some of the other stuff (corkscrew, cheese grater) and the potato peeler, ice-cream scoop, gravy ladle, etc. are in my drawer. They really aren’t very big drawers.
I suppose it might be the same thing as an iced-teaspoon. But I have never drunk iced tea, so I wouldn’t know. We use them for ice cream.
Have you ever looked into getting a CPAP? The boyfriend has one, and I actually find the sound it makes rather soothing when I sleep at his place. (I’m the type who sleeps best with a fan noise in the background)
We often sleep in separate rooms because of his snoring, it’s getting less and less frequent that we sleep in the same room. One day when the house remodelling is finished, we will have a proper “spare room” with a bed in it instead of an airbed on the floor. I miss it too, and all that goes with it.
I THINK it’s Been There Done That, but not sure…
Joe
Little odd things-
We each use our own blankets, even though we sleep in the same bed. We are both blanket hogs, so it works for us. The only time we will share is when we are being intimate, or if she is cold, but then this is only temporary, just to warm up her blankets.
We call each other hunny. It is never spelled the traditional way, always the Winnie the Pooh way, been that way for almost 15 years now. I have had to add this to my outlook spellcheck several times.
The foundation of our relationship is bickering and sniping at each other. We usually don’t have many big arguments, but we have bickered at each other since the first night we met… it is our way of flirting that has really never stopped.
Me too! Shopping or cooking. Never both. That’s the rule!
Mr. K and I have a long list of nicknames for each other. I frequently call him by his last name, but there are many others. If we refer to each other by our first names, you just know trouble’s a’brewin’.
We’ve been together for 15 years, half his life. He’s 30. (I get 'till I turn 34!) Married for 8. We first met when he was 13, me 14. (That kind of makes me feel skeevy.)
We’re one of those reversed couples: I love sports, he thinks they’re meh. Renting movies, I head for the action, drama, or horror, he’s in the comedy and date movie aisle.
I used to tease him that he had horrible taste in movies. I mean, the guy would watch anything! Because of my zombie and Sci-Fi channel movie obsession, I can’t say that anymore.
We haven’t been together that long, but his roommate watched us playing our game the other day and looked so confused that I want to share.
We tickle each other constantly. I squeak when I’m tickled and he wiggles and giggles, so the amusement doesn’t end.
Anyway, because of this we have evolved the SCHNAP! game. If he’s tickling me I can grab his fingers and say schnap, and his fingers are now snapped and he can’t tickle again until I fix or unschnap them. And it’s always pronounced Schnap, not snap. This works vice versa as well. We get strange looks.
Yup. Me too.
Sometimes I feel like I’m all alone again. It’s really a bad situation - and my self esteem is starting to suffer, big time. As is our marriage.
Sorry. Don’t mean to be maudlin.
I’ve known many couples in open relationships, and it seems to work for them.
We’ve been dating for almost 4 years now, and in all that time, we’ve never slept apart for more than one night at a time if we could help it. * Even when we were living in separate places, we’d take turns sleeping over.
We’re also totally codependent sleepers in the sense that we spend all night tangled up together. If one person shifts, the other one follows, in some weird elaborate sleep-dance sort of thing. It feels strange to sleep alone now, because I have no idea what it’s like not to have someone wrapped around me all night.
Probably on the low end oddness-wise, but in line with the we-don’t fight. Mrs. Dvl and I spend 24 hours a day together, every day, with narry a break. We run a small communications consultancy out of our now-rural home, so we have mostly the same clients and mostly the same projects (so we work very closely together). Now that we live in the country, we sometimes go a few weeks before leaving the house or seeing another person (though we’ve been taking djembe lessons together for a year or so, so there are weekly trips out). That’s waking up together, having our morning coffee, heading upstairs, working, then heading downstairs for dinner and sitting in the parlor to talk. And talk and talk and talk. Wash rinse repeat.
ETA: Oh, we do have friends, mostly other couples, so it’s not like we’re individually odd. Just that there are times when we’re knee-deep in projects and don’t get out of the house for a stretch.
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I think the best way to describe our relationship…we were watching King Kong and the scene where Kong is carrying Niomi Watts around. My GF is like “hmmm…I know how she feels.”
Basically I think she herself as caring for some sort of large, unruly gorilla that will get into stuff and cause mischief if she isn’t constantly watching.
My doctor has encouraged me to get a sleep study, but I am reluctant to do so. Although I’ve heard good things about the machine, the various surgeries seem to be of dubious value. My dentist made me a snore guard (technically made to stop teeth-grinding) for $800, but I couldn’t get to sleep wearing the thing. My SO claims I stop breathing while sleeping, in the manner of sleep apnea, but I don’t have any of the other symptoms, really (liked tiredness).
I don’t know … I find it annoying because she can’t sleep without the television on, but somehow my snoring cannot be endured.
Get the sleep study. Don’t worry about surgery at this point…a CPAP by itself is often fine. It makes such a difference. Do it for your health.
See, now to me this is one of the oddest thing posted so far (maybe not quite as odd as the silverware thing, but close!). I could never sleep like this–hubby and I are inveterate back-to-backers.
And add us to the list of “reversed” couples–he likes to snuggle and talk after sex (before turning back-to-back); I’m quiet. He initiates all our “relationship” talks. And… he’s a bit of a nag. Other than that I can’t think of any major weirdness.
That’s me and daHubby!
Also, we have a sort of personal “language” between us, like twins have. The funny looks some of our conversations have gotten…
I’ll go ahead and be the parade-rainer and say I’ve seen it fall apart more than once. The most extreme example is my best friend, who was raised by polyamorous parents, both of whom had a relationship with the same woman when she was about 9. The Lady S moved in, the three of them shared a bed, and before you know it my friend’s parents were divorcing. Her Dad has been married to Lady S for years. Kind of an awkward situation for my friend… though it made coming out much easier for her.
So my husband and I aren’t the only ones with a made up language. We don’t call each other by name either. Occasionally he will call me by name to aggravate me.
We also have a resident stuffed animal, which my husband bought me for Valentine’s day one year when we were dating. The funny thing is I will sometimes sneak it into bed and when my husband finds it there he will act like it is another man… “What the hell is this!? WHat do you think you are doing with MY WIFE!?” and then throw it with enormous fierceness at the wall… yep, I know. Weird.
Our roles are a bit switched as well. He’s very affectionate and is comfortable with talking about stuff pertaining to our relationship; I tend to shy away from those things (well, I’m affectionate, but I’m bad at verbalizing it). Also I swear like a sailor, which seems to amuse him more than anything else.
We also communicate a lot in Eddie Izzard quotes - even when they don’t quite fit the context, which does tend to baffle a lot of people around us. Example:
Him: I cleaned the apartment while you were away.
Me: No, surely not! No! No one was alive back then!