Having a boyfriend for a housemate has enabled me to learn
much about myself, him and us. Today I've spent time with Aunty/Godmother,
Uncle and 3 youngest cousins (can’t say littlest as they are all taller than me
now). While we were out I left them in a
charity shop while I ran off to a future brand to buy boyfriend new socks. Now
this is the first time I can think of that I've bought boyfriend clothing for
necessity – rather than as a present. I commented on this to Aunty when I
returned after successfully purchasing socks – though still waiting to see if
Boyfriend likes them. I’m now obviously in a grown up relationship!
I've just got back from Sweden (which is what I kinda assumed today’s blog would be
about) but I’m not really going to tell you about that today. When I was away
though Boyfriend has had some big decisions to make – similar to deciding to
take current job which is why he came housemate too while I was at Soul
Survivor. This time it was the consequences of a phone call that probably
happened while I was in the air to ask if he wanted to look around a house! I
know he wished I’d been around this week, in the same way I feel when at
Christian events and it feels like God is doing big stuff – Boyfriend is such a
big part of me that he should be there. Boyfriend does seem to make big
decisions about life when we aren't together – we got together after a weekend
of soul searching and big questions at Tresaith – when I was having similar
thoughts at a youth weekend. Like I said the interview was when I was in
Stafford and now a house while I was in Sweden – maybe if I go away for longer
he’ll decide to marry me!
We had
a very weekendy weekend a couple of weeks ago. Saturday started with a mad rush
to find a postbox to send my Grandad a 70th birthday card. The
afternoon included a trip to the supermarket, a diy shop and a fabric shop, and
boyfriend cleaned the kitchen.
I’m
very lucky to have a boyfriend who puts up with my stress, last night my car wasn't starting and he just sat there rubbing my back and offering me garlic
bread! I love being an ‘us’ with him. It’s funny for years we've mocked our
friends who have lived near each other who couldn't cope with a few days apart
and I don’t think we have turned into them, but it was very nice to be back in
his arms yesterday after just 80ish hours apart. It will be interesting to find
a new normal with him living nearby but not just in the other room. Living
together has taught me a lot about us, it’s made me even more certain that boyfriend
is the one I want to spend my life with. We complement each other, him chopping, me
cooking, him washing up, me putting away, though we are both messy – he blames
me, but if it really bothered him he’d tidy it! I’m bossy and he’s dealing with
that, he’s laid back and I’m dealing with that. I’ve learnt he can’t do
mornings, so not to expect breakfast in bed, he’s learnt that when I’m tired
I’m no use to anyone, not to annoy me when I’m driving and I've learnt not to
bother moving the shower head any lower cos it’s just a waste of time. He has
though come round to my way of putting the toilet paper on the holder.
It’s
going to be strange when he’s moved out, living alone again, but this time I
know it’s not forever, cos one day we’ll move in together, for good.
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