I left my parents, moved to the other end of the country and soon found a boyfriend. But after some time, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to share a common household with another person. And also take care of him.
I found that living with a man was killing me
For some time I thought about whether I really wanted to break up with Peter. I had to admit that living with a man with whom I am comfortable is wonderful. We didn’t have to look for limits where we make love, we had each other and literally enjoyed it.
Only it took a few months and then my rose colored glasses fell off. As soon as I wanted to go somewhere alone, the questions were already falling: “Where are you going again? With whom?” In addition, I discovered that the things I used to do with love – such as shopping, cooking or laundry – were killing me. I realized that I still have enough time for all this…
I decided on a radical cut
I was thinking how to get out of it. I still liked my boyfriend, but I came to the conclusion that I would be better off alone. The problem was how to tell him so he would understand me. He lacked nothing, not even freedom. And a scene arose, the consequence of which was our separation.
And a discussion about who will leave the shared apartment. “You decided you don’t want to be with me anymore, so go!” I found out. I moved into a miniature studio apartment, and even though I had to give up some comfort, I am satisfied. I definitely don’t feel like I’m missing anything. No one tells me what I should or shouldn’t do, I just decide for myself.
It’s amazing that nobody wants anything from me at home
I realized that living single is no longer a synonym for an abandoned person, disappointed in life. This way of being is usually chosen by people who want to live according to their own ideas – and that’s exactly me. I have a lot of energy left for building a career and for hobbies, I can literally do whatever I want. When I get home, I’m often so tired that I’m happy that I don’t have to talk to anyone and that no one wants anything from me.
I still haven’t accepted that my train is missing. I can build a relationship with a man even without us living together. Although I realize that one day I will probably want children, and then I probably won’t avoid the responsibility of another one that I don’t want right now.
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