I just realized: I have to live with a boy?
Wednesday, February 4, 2009 at 11:06AM In all the rah-rah happiness of getting engaged, getting married, and finally finding an apartment, it only really occurred to me last night what moving in with my husband means: I have to live with a boy.
I've never lived with someone of the male persuasion before other than my father and my brother. I certainly haven't moved with one before and I haven't really shared my space before. Even in my parents' house, I always had my own space - an area I did not have to share. As my husband and his brother and I moved things into the apartment last night, I realized that I don't get to call all the shots. I don't know where my clothes will go because ALL the closets aren't mine. I can't tell my husband that he has to get rid of his entirely hideous desk because the 2nd bedroom/office is his room, too (though, trust me, I have tried many times to convince him of the desk's ugliness but unfortunately he chooses function over form). I think we need to have a baby soon so that 2nd bedroom becomes the baby's room and we have no choice but to get rid of the desk.
I, however, have to get rid of my desk, the matching printer cart, and bookcase because there is no room for them. Even though I don't foresee needing the desk (it was a grad school purchase), I'm bitter about it. It's MY desk. It's MY apartment. No, wait, it's our apartment. I can't just dictate the way things will be; I have to discuss them. This is all very new to me and I think it's going to be difficult.
It is going to definitely take some time to get used to this.
Reader Comments (1)
It helps to each have your own little bit of space... even if it's just a shelf in the pantry... a drawer in the fridge... or whatever you can manage. I have my own bathroom and only I use it. Seriously... this has made a HUGE difference for me personally.