After two and a bit years, my partner is now desperate to rent a house with me and move out of his parents home. I'm currently living with a couple of family members and have my own bungalow and things, and he lives with his parents. This is hard for me as he's never lived out of home and I've been living out of home at 16.
Having lived with many different types of peoples over the years, I can see that he believes that living together will be a fairytale kind of thing. As I'm sure a lot of you know, it's not all that fun when a couple first moves in together and learns every little habit their partner has. I have to remind him that it's damn hard to live together after the initial honeymoon period, so to speak, and this will make or break us. Moving together can easily destroy the best of relationships, I've seen it so many times and if both parties cannot agree to disagree...it can be a real nightmare.
I really want this to work and am keen to move in but from having lived as a couple in a previous r/ship (I didn't love that person though so we broke up and lived as friends, and it improved dramatically). I don't want this relationship to crumble. I know for the first time ever I actually care what he thinks, and that only happens if I am really fond of a person, and for me to still be in a relationship that feels fresh after 2 years is a feat unto itself!!! I could barely do 3 months in previous relationships as I tired easily of my partners as I realize I don't love them, like that. I know this time it's different as I can imagine growing old together and I'm prepared to share my life with him, and as I keep telling him, he's in for a few surprises in many different ways, not entirely bad! A year ago I was renting a 3 bedroom house alone and I urged him to move in with me to help with rent etc and we'd already been together a year but he would not leave home and thus I had no choice but to give up the house as I couldn't afford the full rent and I went back to sharing with family members.
The other day he accused me of smoking hash (huh?) and at that time I was at my wit's end with him after being too nice for too long, I broke. I yelled and I yelled and I swore and I vented EVERYTHING, all my frustrations with him. He went really quiet and walked outside. I sat inside swearing at ranting at thin air, as I do, then just put on a Simpsons DVD and I was soon over and felt a bit sorry for yelling so much and wanted him to come back in. He did about 15 minutes or so later and surprisingly he was full of apologies, I had hit the nail in in so many ways and he knew it. Things worked out, as they do, and we are better then ever...until the next argument!
Thanks for listening, any advice or stories of your experiences I'd love to hear!
Ton



