I'll be moving out on Saturday.
The last few weeks have been tense. Things have not been well for a while and it all came to a head when I was asked to move out this Wednesday. We all have been increasingly unhappy and have come to the conclusion that it just plain does not work living together full time.
I'm sad and relieved and exited at the same time. Sad because I tried so hard to be a part of this family and all my efforts have been in vain. I'm relieved that the troubled times are over and we can continue building the relationship despite not occupying the same space. Exited because I can continue fixing my flat.
Yes, this is just the end of cohabiting, not the end of the relationship. Our living styles, needs and habits are too different to be able to compromise comfortably. What I need in a living space negates his needs. And his needs negate mine. We tried to compromise and those compromises made both of us unhappy. Thus, he will have his space that fits his needs and I'll have mine.
I know of a couple who have been together for 15 years, but do not live together. That gives me hope that we can make it work too. Our relationship probably has better chances of survival by not cohabiting — we get along very well in other aspects. All other aspects, in fact.
There are quite a few things to organize, and I must find a playmate for Sona. I don't want him to be alone while I'm at work, he's used to having Arthas to play with during the days. Anyone in Stockholm area know of 12+ week old kittens that need a new home? Please feel free to let me know if you do. This is urgent.