Friday, 4 January 2013

Living in utter madness.

I recently did something I've never done before.

I started living in the same house as my boyfriend.
In a "Yup this is permanent, there's no getting rid of me now!" kind of way.
And a friend asked me, what's it like living with him?
My answer was: It's fun.

Said boyfriend turned to me last night, as we settled on the couch with our hearty, nutritious dinner of Kentucky fried chicken, and said something like "I feel like I should apologise for being really boring."
I actually laughed IN HIS FACE and said "Are you fucking kidding?"

I never thought living with a partner would be like this. I imagined cleaning rosters, nagging about laundry, sitting in the background with my head in my hands while he or she whiled away hours in front of a playstation game.

But it's nothing like that! Thank God!

Here he is, posing for me before getting dressed for work.

I suppose his insecurity about the "fun-ness" of our life together comes from the fact he's 23 years my senior.

But we started off as friends, the romance followed, and whether he's hauling my drunk ass home from a wild party or chilling in front of the TV with my feet in his lap, it's ALL GOOD.

Here's a few things I think makes our relationship awesome:
  1. We appreciate each other. We share housework, cooking duties and more without bitching about who's turn it is, and if I clean something he thanks me, and if he does a job I didn't fancy doing (like cleaning the bath, eurgh) then I thank him. We don't do it for the thanks, but it makes me feel like what I do is noted and appreciated and it makes me feel good.
  2. We don't do the washing up every night. Along with most household chores, we don't keep tabs on when shit gets done, and I think it takes a lot of pressure off of everyday living. So what if the dishes sit around for a day or two? Do them when they need doing. There's enough to worry about without stressing over stupid shit like washing a few cups.
  3. If one of us has an issue, instead of getting mad or moody, we talk. Yes, we sit down and have a conversation about it until a solution is found. Communication is key. Yelling and throwing stuff gets you nowhere, and no-one wants to live with bad vibes.
It also helps that both of us are a little bit mad. We have the weirdest conversations (About squirrels directing movies, for example) and we make each other laugh.

The other night, we were at a friend's house party, and fun was had, but when we came home, we both got into bed with our books, and as we sat quietly reading I got a definite sense of peace.
It's a peace I've been searching for my whole life. 
My home life is a perfect balance between exciting and calm, and I wouldn't have it any other way. 
I hope you feel the same about yours. x

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