Home Sweet What the Hell Did We Get Ourselves Into?

So I woke up this morning to what we've come to affectionately term Day 3. This really started as a joke on Sunday when I told Chaz that he had survived Day 1 of living with me. Last night when we got into bed, he asked me how I liked Day 2... so I'm sure this will become a running joke at some point, but in the meantime there is a very real way of surviving the beginning of co-habitation. 

I knew that both Chaz and I living together would introduce a whole new part of our personalities into our relationship. We're both smart, a little persnickety and really used to getting our own way. Now imagine putting all of that under one roof.  Sure, we did the sleep over, pretend live together a few nights a week thing for a while now, but when you have that two-day break where you get to do your own thing, that's still living very much apart.  So how was Day 2. Day 2 was great, aside from the fact that I had to work and he still had to move things. By the time we both got home, and sat down to eat it was all I could do to keep from wanting to walk by the back of the couch and hit the back of his head. I know from the fact that he was less than talkative before dinner that he was dreaming up something equally juvenile for me. 

Before you (or he) read farther and think that I don't feel like the luckiest queer in the world, let me set the record straight; I think things will be OK. Even better than OK, great, grand, wonderful, and lovely. 

But this isn't my best friend from college, or my potluck freshman roommate who was so poor that he ate baloney sandwiches hot out of the microwave. What makes living together so hard as a couple is the fact that it's building a life. With all those other people, I still had my own things and freedom, and instead now, those have become things that you get to share with somebody else. 

This means that you have to put aside your petty differences and likes and dislikes and actually communicate. This isn't always me best characteristic. It's so much easier to just shut up or yell and scream than it is to stand rationally and explain my position, but it's something I have to work on. Along with saying explicitly what I think/want/need. So here's to more personal growth than you can sink your teeth into, oh and Day 3.