I originally wrote this last month, but some reason didn’t post it. Better late than never.
It’s been almost two years since I started dating Bear. I remember clearly the day we had a conversation about what I like to call “shacking up”. I was totally against the idea. In my mind, if a man wants our relationship to move to that level then he should be ready to make a commitment towards marriage.
I take living together seriously because the thought of the breakup afterwards seems so devastating. Maybe all this time I’ve been protecting myself from that. The thought of having your lives so entwined and than to rip those bonds a part because the relationship ended seems difficult.
I remember that day expressing my disdain for “shacking up”. I said that I didn’t believe in it. He saw a reason for it but he too agreed that it wasn’t necessary.
I think that God loves to watch people eat crow. Before the end of this month, I know that will be my dinner. Bear is moving in and it was totally my suggestion. He’s moving in without that solid commitment towards marriage that I spoke of earlier. Instead we hold an understanding that one day we will get married. There are a couple of things on the checklist that we need to complete before we think about fully joining our lives together.
For now, we’re “shacking up” and I couldn’t be happier. Of course there’s some sorrow associated with the fact that I will no longer live alone. It was something that was going to end one day just a little sooner than expected.