I get the question “How does it feel to live with your boyfriend?” all the time. I’m not even kidding. I tell them its fun. But you want to know what its really like? I’ll tell you right about now.
I’ve been living with my boy for roughly about a year or so now. It started with sleeping over during offs which escalated to never going home. It was a no-brainer. I just suddenly decided that I want to establish my life and practice my independency with him. In the beginning, I was getting toiletries and from our house and bring it over for stock, but now, my boy and I buy our own stuff every payday. Yup, we grocery shop. I find it tough to budget the money we earn every after forth night, but we get by anyways. My boy and I were able to pay off the netbook he bought for me for our first year anniv (its officially mine last October 15th); we were able to pay off the long zoom camera I gave him for our anniversary as well; we are currently paying for our 19” LCD TV, and we just recently finished paying friends money that we owe because we were unemployed for a month.
Things I never though of before, things that only my mother worried about, I worry about it now, too. Sometimes, I find myself computing before going to sleep. Yes, its that disturbing.
On a lighter note, living with my boy isn’t a walk in the park. There are times when I want to punch him because he’s too annoying (I know he wants to do the same). And there are times when we cannot let go of each other. Just cuddling, talking about life, our future plan, the names of our future kids (I want to name our baby girl Coco Dela Roca and if its a boy, he’ll name it Jesus Christ Dela Roca. I WISH ITS A GIRL.) and everything under the sun. We fight about who gets to sleep in the comfy part of the bed. We argue about the comforter in the middle of our sleep. We quarrel about who’s the first to take a bath in the morning (although I always insist that we take a bath together TO SAVE TIME). Just thinking about the things we argue about makes me laugh. Those little things bring my boy and I closer and closer each day.
The best thing about living with my boy is besides the fact that I get to have my very own butler like Lara Croft, is that I get to see him before he dozes off; his face is the first thing I see when I open my eyes; I get to hug him when I feel scared or cold or frisky; we get to battle for the remote (I ALWAYS WIN. He now loves watching ANTM, Jersey Shore and Keeping Up With The Kardashians) and he makes me hug him if he gets scared. And he’s always scared. He feels the need for me to come with him to the kitchen to get food every single night.
The feeling that you’re able to share every single moment of your life with the person that you love is the best feeling of them all. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing his face before I sleep and when I wake up. I’ll never get sick of getting hugs, even if it chokes me. Or get lazy in coming with him to the kitchen when he gets hungry in the middle of the night.
So, yes, for all of those who have been wondering, its a very rewarding, liberating experience. I’ve learned and matured a lot in terms of relationships and myself as well. I’ve learned that you’re not supposed to be texting and lighting up your phone when someone is an inch away from your face (and is sleeping, btw); you’re supposed to spread the comforter really wide to avoid tug of comforter in the middle of the night and very, very important, you’re supposed to clean the room at least 3 times a week to avoid the blame game about who’s hair is it on the floor.
