living together Archives:
When it comes to relationships, there have been all kinds of famous and not-so-famous sayings with regards to “how you know” if someone is right for you. Meet his family… If he’s good to his mother, then he’s the guy for you. Okay, so I’ve met TNG’s family. I definitely know he’s good to his
Now I’m really depressed. It’s not you, it’s me… really. And since I’m not breaking up with you, you can believe I’m telling the truth. I’m not a dreamer and I’m not an idiot. I am fully aware that meeting the family and surviving a garage sale together are moments as common and integral to
I want to go home. But… I am home. I moved in with The New Guy last week – and I’ve literally cried every single day since. If someone had told me that with each passing year I spent alone, living with someone would be that much more difficult, I probably wouldn’t have listened, but
I know a couple from high school that stayed together for 19 years before they got married… the marriage lasted eleven months. Two of my oldest and closest friends have been a legitimately happy, married couple for almost 25 years… They knew each other a grand total of nine weeks before they tied the knot.
Like most West Coast Gen-X children from a broken family, I’ve taken many a train to Therapy Town. For years I thought of myself much like the guy from the Sunday cartoon pages who walks with a dark cloud following over his head. And then suddenly, it happened. I’m happy. Holy shit. I’m happy. So, what
Perhaps you remember the following moments of joy you have shared with me, among many others, regarding your current domicile: Last July: “I love my new apartment!” Last Christmas: “I’ve finally found a place that feels like home!” Last month: “I’m never moving away from here!” I’m neither a psychiatrist NOR a real estate agent,
