Just got walked in on in the bathroom stall at the Y. Old lady apologized and I said that's okay. Is it? Is it really okay?
If I've learned anything here recently, it's that it really depends on whether she was hot. And shouldn't you just lock the door to prevent those mishaps?
Is it wrong that it's only been three months of living together, and even though I miss her, I'm happy when she goes out of town? I feel a little guilty enjoying being able to do whatever I want when she's gone. Not having to factor her into every decision. Not feeling guilty when I'm watching a show she doesn't watch or playing a video game. Even though she's going and doing her own thing in the other room, I feel like I'm ignoring her when I'm doing my own thing. Anyone else kinda feel like this after moving in with an SO. Does it go away?
Awww, that's cute. Print this post out and save it and, after you've been married for 16 years, pull it out and read it again and see if you laugh. Sarcasm aside, just because you're living together doesn't mean you turn into one person with exactly the same likes and dislikes.
The one hard and fast rule of relationships is that square footage is directly related to sanity. You NEED to have your own time and space, so plan for it. Think of it like a pressure relief valve... if you don't do it, things will blow up. Go fishing with the boys every couple of months, or whatever... just go find your alone time thing and don't feel guilty in partaking. The trick is to balance that with your partner's need for the same without being selfish.
Do you have a square to spare? You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal, you can do whatever you feel. Whatever you feel. If you can't trust the Village People, who can you trust?
That depends on if it was a number 1 or number 2. If it was a 2 I recommend more beans get in your diet so she can hear you in the stall. I also wonder why you didn't lock the stall? After reading the missed connection section on craigslist it seems like the only reason anyone uses the locker room at the gym is to cruise for gay sex.
No it does not go away, don't fight it just work with it and embrace the times when you have time to yourself. I love it when my wife goes away, I sleep in the middle of the bed and don't make it in the morning, I drink wine in bed, I cook super rare fatty steak and eat it with blue cheese and a dirty martini while watching sports and feed the dogs the bones right in the living room. Listen there is a reason why I have 2 large TVs, the first being my wife watches shitty TV shows and the second being I watch good TV shows. Don't pretend you like her shit TV if you don't it will save you later down the road.
Well it's pretty much all in my head. We did long distance for a year and a half. She's not forcing me to do anything, I'm sure I lean on the "giver" side of the spectrum, she is as well. I'm not losing my identity or anything, I still do my thing, she does hers. Yes two TVs on that front, but I just feel bad for ignoring her sometimes. Yeah, I'll probably get over it. Just currently feel guilty for when people ask about my weekend when she was out of town and the answer is a resounding "GREAT!"
This right here. I love my wife, but the worst thing about her going away for a few days is the buildup on the DVR and knowing I'm going to sit through a few hours of The Real Housewives when she gets back. Shit stays where I left it, my spice rack is sorted and I can work from the living room couch without having to answer any questions about why Bob is emailing me at 11:30 on a Tuesday. By day three, I miss her and it gets awfully quiet if the TV isn't on. Source - married for 12 years.
Why the hell can't it be great? If you can't have a great weekend with her out of town just because you're alone and enjoying the space then something is wrong.
Nah, you're fine. You should be able to function as independent people- just imagine if it were the opposite scenario. My girlfriend and I haven't moved in together yet but we had similar feelings for awhile after we closed the gap on our distance relationship. However, she knows I've got my workshop and I need quiet time in there in addition to time with her. Likewise she has her own space and stuff to do. Also...
Whatever. If liking your space makes you a bad SO, both my fiancé and I are Bad. I love it when he's away and I have the place to myself. I love him, but I love my quiet time alone in my own space to do whatever the fuck I want. Today is my first day off in a week. Last night he mentioned working from home, but he was joking. He knows full-well that I've been looking forward to this day alone.
Wellll, she WAS naked. Sort of. Had a towel on that was conveniently slipping off if you ask me. 1. OMG 2. OF COURSE THE STALL WAS LOCKED. It was one of those that had a hole and kind of slides and I think she stuck her finger in there thinking she was opening it. YES I KNOW THAT SOUNDS DIRTY! Sure ROM, that's EXACTLY what female locker rooms look like. I mean it was after water aerobics class, so there was lots of them. And they ALL looked like that. Just like I believe male locker rooms are a constant state of this: Spoiler I took it easy on you guys. No peen! But I want to bite that third guy from the left's ass.
I think, as long as the next sentence after "GREAT!" isn't "I banged the hottest piece of strange on Saturday night!", you're probably a-okay. After 10 years of dating, the husband and I both still relish our personal space. That was the key to our relationship lasting this long - we both have our own things that we do that keep us out of each others' hair. I have yoga class and spend pretty much every Sunday with my nephews. My husband has a weekly pub night and works stupid hours. I don't invade his things, he doesn't invade mine, but we both respect that we need the time apart. Otherwise, you roll over in bed after 20 years and think "Jesus Christ, is this all there is?".
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Theres nothing wrong with doing your own thing and retaining some of your independence.
Plus, sometimes you like being able to fart as loud as you want. Not that my girlfriend's presence normally stops me. There are just fewer dirty glances when she's away.