I recently moved in with my partner of nearly two years. This is the first time I’ve ever lived with someone I’m in a relationship with, and while I’m sure he’s the sandwich I want to eat every day for the rest of my life (thank you Liz Lemon), it’s still kind of scary.
I just think of horror stories I’ve heard and coached friends through when their relationships go down the shitter and SUDDENLY they’re stuck on a lease with Mr./Ms. Coulda-Shoulda-Woulda-Been. Even more frightening is when people start asking when you’re taking the “next step”–implying engagement, marriage, and/ or babies. Our families have been doing this to us for awhile, but marriage and mini-us’s seem like more of an expectation rather than a choice now that we’re sharing an abode. I always said I want to live with someone before making any legal or ovarian commitments. That doesn’t mean living with a person needs to be a marriage test, or that it should be. That’s where The Hairpin comes in.
As I was pondering this new dimension to my relationship the other day, I stumbled across this post. The advice A Married Dude gives is the best I’ve heard for folks moving in together. I love my man, and while I want to make those legal and ovarian commitments to him one day, I’m trying my darndest not to see our joint lease as a test for the future. One life-epoch at a time.