while Mr. Yes was making dinner, I asked if I could help and ended up chopping cabbage for the fish tacos. Somehow having my own place has made me more aware of all that he does for me when I’m at his place. I realized I think of going to his place as a break from my real life, even though it happens every other weekend. I want to shift that. Since he won’t be moving any time soon, I want all our time together to be very much part of our real lives, a big part.
I cleared out a drawer for him in my bathroom and always clean off the shoe racks that are a makeshift nightstand on his side of the bed when he’s staying over. I’ve got Splenda in the kitchen because he uses it in his coffee. He’s got meatless meatballs in his freezer. This is our life together, lived in two places. It doesn’t look like any other relationship I’ve had, but I like myself in this relationship more than I have in any other.
