We are on week 3 of our shared household. It's been going well. SO has bonded with my cat. He still won't pet him, but they have regular conversations (very cute), and SO seems to be worried when the cat is in seclusion (under our bed).
The chores are getting worked out. We are still in disarray because I've been slowly bringing more boxes over and we just don't have a lot of storage space. We have both given up/sold/donated a lot of stuff, but there is still a lot of stuff that needs to find a home.
I'm the kind of person who likes everything to have a place that looks neat. He's more tolerant of clutter than I am. I'm trying to (gently) organize things. He has banned me from organizing "his" half-bath. I figure I need to give him that since he graciously moved out of the main bath so I could take it over.
Last night was the first night I felt like I needed some ALONE time. I was raised as an only child because my siblings are all much older than me. I spent 24 years raising my family and having very little "me" time. For the last 8 years I have lived on my own and spent a lot of evenings/nights by myself.
Somehow I feel bad asking/telling SO that I need some alone time. Last night I went outside and sat on the patio for awhile. He came out and sat with me. I love him and I don't want to come off as a bitch.
Standing up for myself has always been a struggle. I am such a people-pleaser, esp. with the people I love. He claims he understands my needing some space, but I don't want to hurt his feelings.
GAH! This is going to take some work.