The next step for us is for me to move in. Living between two houses is hard. Very, very hard. I live out of a bag, and whatever I need is bound to be at the other house. Sods law. I find that I end up doing lots at each house, and then feeling shattered, or nothing at each and then annoyed with myself for not doing anything.
We would live together in a heartbeat. We love being together. The time I spend apart I spend wondered why I’m not with Phil. It seems silly to spend a couple of nights elsewhere for the sake of it.
I’m not sure the kids would find it a problem. They seems OK with everything so far. A good sign.
My biggest worry is what people will think. It’s only been 5 months. They will say it’s too soon. Friends, family, acquaintances… I worry about what will be thought.
“It’s too soon”
“It’ll end in tears”
“You haven’t known each other long enough”
Those are the comments I worry about. About having to justify why I know it’s right. I’ve lived with two other boyfriends. This isn’t the first time I’ve moved in with someone. Same for Phil. We both know what it’s like to live with someone. The effort it takes to make it work, and keep the home happy.
It just seems the next natural step for us, and putting it off for the sake of having to explain to other people is daft.
But still I wait.