Monday, June 4, 2012
Having been living on my own since I was 18, it's a huge difference now that I live with a roomate, a.k.a my husband. Husband? Aw!! I have to admit, I'm not used to that word yet. Marriage is everything I expected to be. I didn't expect a rose tinted world. I expected hard work, a lot of compromises and sacrifices, respect, financial planning, and of course: love and forgiveness. Tons of forgiveness.
There were times when I go back to my old house to pick up my remaining possessions, and I just wanted to cry. I had such a great time living there, it's so hard for me to give up my single life. Fending for myself for years was not easy, but at least I lived it MY way back then.
A dear friend said to me: "Of course, since you've been living on your own terms for so many years, you need a lot of space. A lot of privacy. Right now you're feeling like you're being choked. But it's a step. I took that step too, and I would say, up till now, that I enjoyed single life much better. BUT, if I have to do it all over again, I would have done the same thing. Because despite everything, it's all worth it and I wouldn't want it any other way. You would, too."
Amen to that!
Luckily, my husband is very understanding about my great need for solitude, so he gives me my much needed "me time" this evening. He has arranged to have dinner delivered to our house (I'm still new to this area, I don't even know where to order food), then he's going out and have dinner with some of his college friends. That way, I have several hours of time to blog, catch up on my reading, read the Bible, and organize my accessory boxes.
Thank you, Hubby!