So Boyfriend and I have been together for about 11 months now, and please trust me when I say we are ridiculously compatible. At this point, he’s been sleeping at my place every single night for the last 9 months or so. (I don’t ever sleep at his place because he still has a twin bed, and that is just insane. We tried on an air mattress a few times, but why sleep on an air mattress when 10 minutes away you have access to a tempurpedic? Exactly. So he sleeps here.)
As you can imagine, sleeping here every night makes this.. pretty well home. We started talking about my place AS home. But, the cozy 500 ft^2 apartment that I leased just for me doesn’t really provide enough space for two, especially as we’re both large people. I’m over 5’8”, he’s 6’2”, and we’re both large framed and a little chubby. Also, he works from home, so he ends up having to get up and drive back to his place, where his computers are set up, just to work from home.
Basically, his apartment has become an office, and mine has become a very crowded home.
There’s an obvious solution to all of this.
Why not just get a place together?
And so we are. We spent some time poking around the internet, and found a very nice place well within our combined budget. Our leases weren’t up until July and September, respectively, but his month-to-month is only about $25 more than his actual rent. no problem.
But when we went, the apartment was $1,550 /month if we waited until our date (!), since they’d have to hold it for us. If we moved in on March 27th, it would be $1,125/month. Which is $200 under our budget.
So we’re both breaking our leases – we’ll make the money back in about 3 months at the new place, and get to live the dream sooner.
This is all MAGNIFICIENT!
Except.
While my parents have (with one notable exception) always trusted my judgement, and even deferred to me when they didn’t think I was quite right….because it’s my life…. his? Are…. VERY conservative, and quite a bit over protective. He’s 24, and his drivers’ license still shows their address as home. This made sense, i guess, while he was still in grad school, even, but… really, at this point, it’s just silly.
So, the thing is that family is reaaaally important to me. And while he’s not going to change his mind because he knows his folks’ are going to object… I want them to like me. And so far they do. But when we stayed at their house over Christmas for one night, we slept in separate rooms. This is probably going to blow their mind, and may just paint me into an uncomfortable position for years to come. We made the 4 hour drive to his home town for his mom’s 60th birthday party, and she introduced me to everyone as his “good friend.”
Not because she doesn’t like me.
because she’s somehow embarassed to say girlfriend.
he’s 24. I’m 26.
Anyway, so my INCANDESCENT JOY over the new apartment is tempered by some trepidation.
