This is a unique time, a very unique time. Not just for the fact I have removed all my belongings from what is now my wife's room and created a room of my own that not so long ago was a guest room / computer room / clutter space. Not just for the fact that so far, rather than treat me like a cold and distant rommate, or like a hated errant husband, my wife has more often than not invited me to come visit.
She has her needs. I respond*. It's in the wiring. Weird, I know. My amateur self-analysis indicates this has to do with certain events in 1959 (when I was 1), 1962 (4), and points forward. It's nice to have an analysis. Makes no difference if it's correct.
Unique because not only do my sons live here too, being between terms, but so do their girlfriends. GF #1 got kicked out of her parents' house for refusing to sign over her last tax return (I know, but that's the story as I know it), and so she lives here. She will have to find somewhere else in about a month when Son #1 moves out. GF #2 is here whenever Son #2 is, indeed they haven't spent a minute apart since he got back for summer. The girls do their own laundry, and their own dishes, and generally act like perfect little guests. Daughters of a sort, actually a lot like daughters except they and I are of course not close. And everyone's over eighteen so no weird legal worries.
The mother is sick of them both. Appreciates them, likes them, loves them in a way I suppose, I don't know. But she's ready for them to move on. Looking forward, then, to the fall when they do. Oh, there's probably some female tension I am entirely oblivious to as well.
Yeah, and it was in this atmosphere that I took the first step. Well, it's been fairly tension-free, so, whatever. But I also look forward to a day when, among other changes, there aren't so many girls underfoot.
* - No, no! Hugs mostly. Foot massages. Come on, get real.
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My life has been so bizarre for the last 10 years (though hardly anyone would have thought so from the outside) that I'm not going to say, HEY DON THAT'S SO WEIRD! Tee hee. :)
You don't sound sad, which is good. Just kind of ... interested in your life. I hope you'll share what comes next. It all sounds pretty civil (except for GF#1's parents), though I can relate to your wife's wanting her house back to normal. I used to feel that way, when I had my own place. Company was fun, but at a certain point, ENOUGH!
As TUFKAS and I were tugging back and forth about divorce and there was high emotion and The Boy still lived at home, The Boy's best friend had trouble at his own home. Ended up getting kicked out. His parents were actually his aunt and her husband, and they disapproved of his actual mother and felt he was emulating her in a lot of respects ...
anyhoo, he moved in with us, sharing The Boy's room in a dorm-style arrangement (the other bedroom, formerly my daughter's, had been converted into TUFKAS's office).
The friend was polite and quiet and clean, but, yes, having him around was a bit grating after a time.
Interesting arrangements. All around.
Guests and fish stink after three days.
My stepmother was always taking people in: sad friends, kids kicked out of the house (one of them whose parents had kicked him out came to our house and sold coke out of our garage--*light bulb*--that was short-lived). For a while we were hosting all these kids from a rehab my stepbrother was in and for some reason there were more on the weekends, so every Sunday morning we had like 10 edgy teenage boys at breakfast, plus the original six of us. Wild times. Strangely, not that bad.
i'm a mean mama. my youngest, who turned 18 in april, would like to let her boyfriend stay over, and i don't let that happen. i like him-great kid. however, i'm not making it that easy for them to fuck. we say make them work for it, just as we did.
Doesn't matter how much you like or love them or how polite they are. Guests need to GTFO at some point. Usually a point slightly earlier than they actually do.
You don't sound sad, which is good. Just kind of ... interested in your life. I hope you'll share what comes next.
+1
You should kick them out after the first time you say, "I'm running to the store, do you need anything?" and one of them says, "Can you please pick up Tampax and KY?"
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