I have a confession to make. I'm 32 and I've never lived with a man. Never. If you haven't noticed, I am very traditional about a lot of things. Cohabitating is high on that list. I've just never been big on that. So, theoretically, the only man I will live with will be my husband. I don't judge anyone who has done this or is presently doing this. I'm just set in my own ways about some unchangeable things. And, since I've never done it before, I may as well stick to what I believe in.
I've had roommates so I know I can live with people. I'm excited about the possibilities of sharing a space with the man I love. It's new and different. It's also strange that I've never been in a place where this was even an option. I've just always known it wasn't an option for me if marriage didn't proceed it. I was more than ok with that. I knew that if I didn't ever get married, I would always live alone. I never wanted to shack up with a man. I think people get too complacent when they are living together. I don't want to be a forever girlfriend or fiancée. So if marriage isn't the end game, why would I continue to play? I know what works for me and my values and morals.
For me, it's one of those things that I can only share with my "husband." I think it will be awesome to explore this uncharted territory with him. I'm sure it will be full if surprises. I wonder what habits I have that I'm not even aware of. Being single and living alone for a while has me spoiled beyond belief. I like things a certain way. Can't Stand clutter but I'm not anal about it. Cohabitating is definitely an unknown area of expertise for me. But, like everything I do, I'm positive I can conquer it. I know that we will be just fine when that time comes. Any unmarried cohabitators out there? Tell me the good, the bad and the ugly. How have you adjusted? Let's dish.