Living with a boy; A Revelation

So one month ago I moved in with my boyfriend. Big decision but it felt right blah blah blah, you know the drill. As moving to London was a big part of my life, and a massive adjustment, as is this.

So I thought I’d write a blog about it. You know the gist I’m going for – from strong, independent woman, to strong independent woman who lives with a male. Striking, right?

The first in the series of Living With A Boy

Disclaimer: I love my boyfriend. You know 95% love him, 5% drives me round the bend, 90-10 on a bad day (80-20 on a really bad day and maybe 70-30 when..girls you know).

Moving in with someone you have never lived with before is daunting. Moving in with someone in the full knowledge that your room is no longer your room, it’s now “our room” is terrifying.

The photos on the wall have started to be equal, half my friends, half his friends. He has to have one of my wardrobes (even though he has half the clothes). You have to teach him that a purple lamp that looks like something out of an alien movie will never be in my, I mean our, room ever.

You think you learnt the meaning of the word comprise years ago, then you find out you have never compromised on anything in your life until you have to compromise daily on cooking, how far the window is open, whose turn it is to wash up and what time the alarm goes off.

Before we moved in together I took a lot of advice from my girlfriends who currently lived with their boyfriends/fiances/husbands. It seemed to be some sort of female club, they all had the same thoughts and pet hates, including:

“Boys are different creatures, I just don’t understand what goes on inside his head”

“He throw his dirty clothes towards the wash basket and doesn’t quite get it in…and then leaves it there”

“He never cooks, but expects to be cooked for…and don’t even get me started on the washing up”

This led me to have three thoughts going in to this move (not including the dilemma of moving all my summer and winter clothes into one cupboard – first world problems, I know):

1. I have one pet hate and that is not washing up before going to bed – this could cause some arguments.

2. The boyfriend likes to cook, this should not be an issue

3. Us girls are very easy to live with by the sounds of it.

So, as you can imagine I was confident, almost cocky that not only was this going to work out, but I was going to win every argument and be a dream to live with.

One month in and I could not be more wrong.

Ladies and Gentleman I have found out one thing in this relationship….I am the boy.

I am the one you would not want to live with.

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About maryv1990

Wandering graduate, working her way into adult life whilst making some detours to Europe and other countries...
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2 Responses to Living with a boy; A Revelation

  1. It’s taken you nearly 25 years to realise that??!!! 😉

  2. Hayley says:

    Me too. Completely. I am awful to live with.

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