Shack-up. Cohabit. Share address. Room together.
Whatever you call it, hepa and I decided to do it.
I have spent the last 6 months thinking about living with him. I went back & forth with my decision several times. I almost had to say goodbye to him forever because I just didn’t feel ready to take that step. I took for granted what I truly felt for him in my heart and listened to others’ opinions about a decision that should be entirely mine. I need to live my life the way destiny intended. Everything happens for a reason.
I decided to ask him to move in because I realized, having gone through one of the toughest times of my life a few weeks ago, he really is devoted to us and will do anything to keep our relationship strong & healthy. He was there for me 100% when no one else was. I don’t want anyone else – just him.
This is the first time in a relationship where I have been able to just be me. I am not ashamed of who I am. I am not afraid of doing what I want. I am not afraid of saying what I want. I refuse to ever be in a relationship where I can’t just be me. He understands my fear about us living together. So we already agreed that if it doesn’t work out – we’ll just deal with it and move on. We’re not going to be miserable trying to work it out for all eternity. I’ve come to a point in my life where I feel I can trust myself enough to know when it’s time to call it quits. Unlike how I dealt with my marriage, having it take about 7 years to finally have the strength to end it. I wonder though…is it wrong of me to even discuss the ‘what if’s’ if we just don’t work well living together? I guess it doesn’t really matter, I already threw it out there. I’m bad about that…I have a hard time placing myself in someone’s shoes that bares the brunt of my big mouth sometime’s.