Under L. Marie
Howdy Neighbor
There comes a point in every relationship where you want to see more and more and more of each other. But work schedules and whatever else prevents you from spending every waking and sleeping moment together. So somebody (most likely the woman) says, "Let's move in together! I mean I'm here all the time anyway, and it would save us both money!" True.
But then you move in together and realize that you irritate each other on how to leave the toilet seat,the proper way to squeeze the toothpaste, whose hair is clogging the drain, and "Why is it so fucking hard for you to put your dirty dishes in the sink!"
You find yourself dreading going home, getting pissed that your partner came home from work early during your sacred masterbatory time, and start searching for any cockamaime excuse to leave the house and get the Fuck away from the one you love.
I know so many couple who never fought or argued until they moved in together. One couple, they both work from home, he is an engineer and mixer, which means he must play music loudly through the speakers in order to do his job. She does online marketing. He's working, she's working, then she says, "Uh? can't you put your headphones on or something?" The answer is no. So he leaves the house for a while to get away from her.
Neither party is in the wrong. But how annoying!
And let's face it, unless you are one of those psycho couples that are so codependent that you shit on the same timetable, we all need personal space and alone time. And my personal space usually consists of the entire house.
Some women compromise by giving their dude, the garage or a shed. Or if he's really lucky a room/man cave where he can keep all his crap! That's not really fair either. "Yes, I get the whole house to decorate in foofoo girly decor and let's put all your man-boy shit over here where no one but you has to look at it!"
Once the personal stuff is locked away in the Man corner, what to do with the communal stuff, like furniture and dishes? Somebody always has to get rid of or store a few things. And although he thinks its a great idea to put the two flat screen plasmas next to each other for one incredible testosterone NFL-tastic viewing experience. It's a fucking eye-sore and not gonna happen if I pay half the rent.
Beyond having things exactly they way I want them to look, there are some things I like to do in the house, alone. No It has nothing to do with gigantic black didlos. I, um, I like to sing and dance in the mirror, sometimes in my undies. And I can't ever cut loose if I know you're in the next room.
He has his things he like to do too. In the bathroom. Which I can only imagine is some form of multi-tasking while on the crapper. But There are some things that I don't want to EVER know. Somethings that no matter how hard I try, I know about my parter, on the pure and simple fact that we have become roomies.
So how do you deal with the person that you can't live with, and can't live with out? You live Next-door!
It's actually not all that crazy. My dad and his last wife did it and they spent 7 out of 18 wonderful years together, 'til death did they part!
They had two little cottages that were side by side. They had their own personal space that they could keep and decorate however they please. He could walk around in his underwear all day and she could gargle as much wine as she wanted and pass-out on the couch while watching American Idol without any judgment.
It really is a brilliant idea! I get to keep all my stuff. He gets to keep his. He has his space. I have my space. I have my alone time dancing in the mirror. He can do whatever it is on the jon. And when we want to see each other we're just a knock away.
It also eliminates all those fights about going out with friends and doing your own thing while the other person essentially sits at home and waits for you get home. Knowing exactly what time you walk in the door. And wonders why you smell of titty bar?
Or some cases, sniff sniff, "You SMELL like a Titty Bar! You went to a Titty bar and you didn't invite me?"
"I'm sorry it's just that I see you all the time and I wanted to do something with my friends, without you. for a change. Next time Honey."
It's one of the worst conversations a couple can have. I see you all the time. It takes so much of the fun out of the relationship. When you live together you see each other ALL THE FUCKING TIME! And really? How can I miss you if every time you're gone I cleaning up all you shit!
Howdy Neighbor
There comes a point in every relationship where you want to see more and more and more of each other. But work schedules and whatever else prevents you from spending every waking and sleeping moment together. So somebody (most likely the woman) says, "Let's move in together! I mean I'm here all the time anyway, and it would save us both money!" True.
But then you move in together and realize that you irritate each other on how to leave the toilet seat,the proper way to squeeze the toothpaste, whose hair is clogging the drain, and "Why is it so fucking hard for you to put your dirty dishes in the sink!"
You find yourself dreading going home, getting pissed that your partner came home from work early during your sacred masterbatory time, and start searching for any cockamaime excuse to leave the house and get the Fuck away from the one you love.
I know so many couple who never fought or argued until they moved in together. One couple, they both work from home, he is an engineer and mixer, which means he must play music loudly through the speakers in order to do his job. She does online marketing. He's working, she's working, then she says, "Uh? can't you put your headphones on or something?" The answer is no. So he leaves the house for a while to get away from her.
Neither party is in the wrong. But how annoying!
And let's face it, unless you are one of those psycho couples that are so codependent that you shit on the same timetable, we all need personal space and alone time. And my personal space usually consists of the entire house.
Some women compromise by giving their dude, the garage or a shed. Or if he's really lucky a room/man cave where he can keep all his crap! That's not really fair either. "Yes, I get the whole house to decorate in foofoo girly decor and let's put all your man-boy shit over here where no one but you has to look at it!"
Once the personal stuff is locked away in the Man corner, what to do with the communal stuff, like furniture and dishes? Somebody always has to get rid of or store a few things. And although he thinks its a great idea to put the two flat screen plasmas next to each other for one incredible testosterone NFL-tastic viewing experience. It's a fucking eye-sore and not gonna happen if I pay half the rent.
Beyond having things exactly they way I want them to look, there are some things I like to do in the house, alone. No It has nothing to do with gigantic black didlos. I, um, I like to sing and dance in the mirror, sometimes in my undies. And I can't ever cut loose if I know you're in the next room.
He has his things he like to do too. In the bathroom. Which I can only imagine is some form of multi-tasking while on the crapper. But There are some things that I don't want to EVER know. Somethings that no matter how hard I try, I know about my parter, on the pure and simple fact that we have become roomies.
So how do you deal with the person that you can't live with, and can't live with out? You live Next-door!
It's actually not all that crazy. My dad and his last wife did it and they spent 7 out of 18 wonderful years together, 'til death did they part!
They had two little cottages that were side by side. They had their own personal space that they could keep and decorate however they please. He could walk around in his underwear all day and she could gargle as much wine as she wanted and pass-out on the couch while watching American Idol without any judgment.
It really is a brilliant idea! I get to keep all my stuff. He gets to keep his. He has his space. I have my space. I have my alone time dancing in the mirror. He can do whatever it is on the jon. And when we want to see each other we're just a knock away.
It also eliminates all those fights about going out with friends and doing your own thing while the other person essentially sits at home and waits for you get home. Knowing exactly what time you walk in the door. And wonders why you smell of titty bar?
Or some cases, sniff sniff, "You SMELL like a Titty Bar! You went to a Titty bar and you didn't invite me?"
"I'm sorry it's just that I see you all the time and I wanted to do something with my friends, without you. for a change. Next time Honey."
It's one of the worst conversations a couple can have. I see you all the time. It takes so much of the fun out of the relationship. When you live together you see each other ALL THE FUCKING TIME! And really? How can I miss you if every time you're gone I cleaning up all you shit!
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jackmccrackin:
hole shit, i wish i new this years ago. 100% agree