Living together can be tough - but do the positives outweigh the negatives?
The Warrior Poet and I are slowly making the transition into living together. There were a few things we agreed needed to happen before I could move in full time – I’ve gotten the medical restriction off my license, my car can now go through emissions (crossing my fingers), and I need to find a more lucrative, reliable source of income, preferably one that doesn’t completely suck out my soul. As we move closer and closer to getting to that end goal, I’ve been spending more and more time at our home. Doing so reminds me: Living with your love won’t always be heavenly bliss—and that’s perfectly okay.
Life With A Bachelor
Last weekend, I received the lesson loud and clear that I was, in fact, living with a long-time bachelor. A day of his charge to “do chores together” turned into him playing video games and me scrubbing the grub in the bathroom and in the kitchen. You can read how I set down my bristling ego over that here.
Today is the 4th of July, aka Independence Day, here in the U.S. Unlike many other worker bees, WP doesn’t get tomorrow off as well, so today is the only one until the weekend where we get to spend together. Or at least, that’s how I expected it to be. Last night, we talked about how he was going to a closer gym when he woke up early in the morning. “I should be done with my workout before you even wake up,” he said.
Life Doesn’t Always Go As Planned When Living With Your Love
This morning, he woke me up with a nuzzle and said he was going to his normal gym and jujitsu dojo, which is further away. I knew deep down when he told me this, he was not going to just work out and come back home. So I wasn’t really surprised when I got his text telling me he was done with his workout, followed a few beats later by, “Mind if I stay and grapple a bit?”