… and how long did it take you to adjust to the new situation?
I got married on April 22 of this year, about three weeks before my 50th birthday (May 17). First marriage for me, third for her.
Things I’m adjusting to:
• Simply having somebody always in my “space”
This has probably been the most difficult thing for me, so far. Mrs. Rik moved in with me a little more than a month before we got married (she had to get out of her apartment for financial reasons). In the previous 20 years, I spent 8+ years (May 1996 - July 2004) living in the local men’s homeless shelter, which was run by my stepfather. Lots of other people around all the time, but I had a private room where I spent most of my time. That was followed by 7-1/2 years of sharing a house with a couple other men (July 2004 - January 2012). There, again, I spent most of my time in my own room, and my housemates and I respected each other’s privacy. We all moved out of there in February 2012, after our rental house got foreclosed out from under us. I moved into my own apartment, by myself. One of my housemates suggested that we find a place together, but at that point I had decided that I really wanted to have my own space without other people around, so I signed a lease on a 1-bedroom apartment. I had my own completely private space for a little over 4 years before my wife-to-be moved in.
• Toilet paper
Before she moved in, I’d go to Costco and buy a 30-pack of Kirkland TP, and I wouldn’t have to buy any more for maybe six months. We go through it surprisingly quickly now.
• Laundry
My laundry procedure for the last 20+ years was to take the basket containing the last week’s clothing to the washing machine, dump everything in, and start the machine. Then throw it all in the dryer and fold it when I had time. My “wardrobe” is mostly jeans and T-shirts, all of which are “darks”. My only “whites” are my socks, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to put quarters in the machine to do my socks separately. Basically, doing my laundry was a maybe 3-hour process.
Mrs. Rik has way more clothes than I have, and she wants to separate everything … she’s ben working on the laundry for three days and I don’t have clean socks because she hasn’t gotten to the whites yet …
• Sex
Dear god this is embarrassing, but we haven’t “consummated”.
Fuck you, porn! (And, likewise, fuck me.)
Here I am, 50 years old, and thanks to the Internet, I’ve spent the last 20 years watching porn that features 18 - 25-year-old women. Skinny little young things. And now I have a 49-year-old wife … who looks like a 49-year-old woman. And holy crap, I love her so very very much, but my damned dick just wont get hard for her because I’ve spent 20 years looking at 20-year-olds with tiny tits and skinny waists and perky little asses, and now I can’t get it up for my appropriately-aged wife who looks like she should look at her age. Fuck me.
I resigned myself years ago to dying single. I had decided to fuck my asshole dad and not carry on the family name, and I never planned to get married. Yet here I am, unexpectedly meeting and marrying a woman I just hit it off with.
Please tell me I’m not alone!