Mike and I met 9 years ago. I was home from college for the summer, working as a lifeguard at a hotel on the beach. He was living on his own, working (as a lifeguard at the same hotel on the beach) and taking classes at the local college.
We quickly became friends and kept in touch even when I went back to school. By the time I returned for Christmas break, we knew this friendship had evolved into something a little bit more. We spent much of that school break together, he started visiting me on the weekends or we would meet somewhere halfway.
Enjoy these old photos, BLT (Before Living Together). We look like babies!
After almost 3 years, several internships and a college graduation later… we decided it was time to move in… together.
We’ve now been together through a one bedroom apartment, two bedroom apartment, rental house, and now a home all our own.
Living together is a big step. You learn a lot about each other, more than you ever thought you wanted to know. This post is going to get real as we discuss the good, the bad, and the ugly of living with your S.O.
Whenever something breaks (appliances, computers, whatever) there is someone else to help you manage it and most of the time, fix it. Mike also remembers to check my car tires or oil when I never would.It’s fantastic, like a live-in handy man. He knows there’s a job to do when he hears me holler, “Hey, babe….”
Constant company. I get lonely. I don’t like too much quiet or solitude. I love knowing someone else is around. I like to wake him up when I’m ready to start the day (oops, sorry, love). It also adds a warm feeling of security. It’s living with your best friend.
He is the best spider-killer. I HATE spiders. It’s a fear of mine; my heart races, I scream, I run away, the works. He will kill any spider, any size at my request. And by request I mean that I shout out, “Help! Help! Help!” and he comes running.
Cleaning up after someone else. I’m getting better and I muddle through, but I still hate it. I do not like cleaning up another person’s mess (dishes, laundry, clutter). We try to divvy up the work; I take care of most of the inside of the house and he does the outside work (trash, yard work, pool maintenance). It is just part of the package of living with someone, especially a messy boy. Gross.
Constant company. I know, I said I liked this part. And 95% of the time, I do. However, it’s that other 5% when I just want to have some peace and quiet, drink wine and dance around the house when it’s tough to remember your man is around.
So. much. stuff. First of all, I tend to be more on the purging side of the spectrum and Mike is closer to the hoarding side. When you move in together, you combine all your junk. It wasn’t bad at first. As you get older (like us), your parents decide to erase your memory from their now-empty-nest and give you even more junk!
Sink hair. I know this is not just a Mike problem because I have heard many women who share this complaint. Men shave their face and then they exit the bathroom. What’s left behind is gross. Facial hair coats the bathroom counter, the sink, and your makeup collection (or worse, your toothbrush!). Every. time.
Toilets. Mike doesn’t really clean them; that’s one of my jobs I guess. That’s not even the real problem here. He doesn’t leave the seat up (thank goodness) but he doesn’t always leave it clean. Remember the limerick “If you sprinkle when you tinkle, please be neat and wipe the seat?” Yeah… finding pee that didn’t make it past the seat is like trying to pick a stall in a theme park bathroom! Perfect your aim!
Taking care of a sick boy. Ugh. They are so whiny when they have a little teeny, tiny cold. Tissues and germs abound. Sticky medicine cups cover your counter tops. The coughing and the snoring from the other half of the bed just relish the fact that they steal your sleep and your sanity. And then to top it all off you hear that boy’s plea, “Can you make me some chicken noodle soup?” Sure, babe.
To be fair, I do things that annoy him, too. For example, Mike had to learn how to snake a drain because my hair will forever clog that shower drain. He You Tubed how to french braid because I just can’t do my own. He will always ask me why it is so hard for me to hang up a wet towel, and I will never have a good answer. And, he will forever get a-little-less-than-half of the closet space.
And there you have it. The good, the bad, and the ugly of living with your S.O. All in all, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
What are your experiences living with your partner? Tell me in the comments below!