I’ve been with my boyfriend for two years now and this past month, we saw each other a lot more frequently (i.e. every day) since my parents weren’t in town. Essentially, we were pretty much living together for that month. We would see each other after classes, go out to eat together, make dinner, etc. I feel that from this past month, I can sense that he is not as affectionate to me as we used to be — after sex, we would just go to sleep and not really cuddle). Little things he does are starting to bother me too, like laziness. It’s nothing major, but I guess it’s something you really see with time.
Is it normal to feel like you’re a little more disconnected when you’re living together vs. not? It’s only temporary, so I’m not sure if this is a sign of things in our future if we were to get married? Read more …
You meet a great guy. You start dating. At first you’re seeing each other once or twice a week and after a month it’s up to three or four. You start having sleepovers and pretty soon there’s “the toothbrush discussion.” Then one day you wake up and can’t remember the last time you actually slept at your own place; it’s just an expensive unkempt storage unit and you have the dust bunnies and dead plants to prove it.
Considering that you spend almost all of your time at your boyfriend’s place, moving in together is just easier. And there are some pretty logical advantages. Keep reading »
When a relationship shifts into the living-together phase, it can be difficult to maintain the exciting spark that exists in the beginning. There’s a tendency to treat each other as roommates instead of romantic partners, but a few simple tweaks to your everyday routine can help to amp up the chemistry and strengthen your bond. Worried that you might get a little toocomfortable with each other? Follow these five tips to keep the flirty, sexy vibes alive:
1. Meet after work. There’s something to be said for seeing each other across a crowded restaurant — rather than, say, getting ready together in the bathroom. Read more…
I should have been satisfied when my boyfriend agreed to get rid of his forest-green pleather couch — with matching love seat! — before we started living together. But I wasn’t. I’d finally gotten my apartment just the way I wanted it. It was a carefully curated nest of thrifted furniture and vintage Pyrex. Every room was perfect. For me.
But I loved my boyfriend, so I knew that if we were going to be living together, I’d have to at least pretend to love his stuff (save for those hideous couches). I just wasn’t prepared for how much of it he’d have.
The night before he moved in, he drove some things over: seven African masks of varying sizes, at least 30 nearly-empty condiments for the fridge and concert posters. So many concert posters. The posters weren’t framed, but the Coors Light mirror he brought was. Read more… Keep reading »
Of all the aspects that were difficult about my recent breakup from my boyfriend of two years, the hardest was moving out of the apartment that we shared together. You can verbally say all kinds of things: we’re broken up, we’re on a break, we’re seeing other people, whatever. Those words might change from day to day. But pulling your sundresses off the closet hangers feels final. Same goes for taking your face wash out of the shower. I built a life, a relationship, with someone and then all of a sudden, it was just my things in an apartment that was now his. Keep reading »