Why live together if you need to be alone?
Jun 25, 2009
HIS’ and ‘her’ bathrooms? Ok, the sink is as far as I will go, but it would still have to be in the same bathroom. For the closet, yes, that makes sense.
By Lucy Parwot
HIS’ and ‘her’ bathrooms? Ok, the sink is as far as I will go, but it would still have to be in the same bathroom. For the closet, yes, that makes sense.
But when it comes to complete rooms; where he goes off to his little niche in the house, while I go to mine? That, for me, is simply unthinkable.
The essence of two people getting together and deciding to be together (under one roof) for the rest of their lives is to bond and be in each other’s hair — literally.
That is why you have to get used to him leaving the toilet seat up, or forgetting to put the cap back on the toothpaste. It can irritate you to the core, but you deal with it because you are in this for the long haul.
Your own space? Give me a break. Then why did you opt to get married?
You might as well have two little houses designed to both your specifications and when you want to come together on intimate matters, give each other a call and schedule the time and at whose house, then go back to your two little worlds.
In this day and age, there are still real women like me who want the comfort of coming in through the front door and seeing hubby sprawled out on the couch watching TV and sipping on his favourite brew; not thinking ‘Oh Lord, that I could just be alone for a few hours.’
Joan, 31, agrees with me. “What? Your own space? For what? Then why be with someone at all?â€
Agreed, everyone likes to rule their own space, but that goes right out the window when there are two parties at play — and gets worse when the wee ones come along.
Space is for divorcees and separated couples; not for two hot-blooded people mapping out a life together.
That is what compromise is all about — learning to live in each other’s space, not away from it. I can understand if you want to put your feet up and do nothing but just be, that does not mean you have to have your own little corner in the house.
Go out for a few drinks with the girls (with his permission, of course), or go shopping, but to have a nobody-should-enter room just for you? Please.
Likewise, I will let my man go and paint the town red with his chums. Naturally, that little devil on my left shoulder will whisper ‘what if he meets some hottie?’
So, let him meet her. Do I trust him? Yes. Will he flirt with her? Most definitely, but will he come home to me?
You bet he will, because I trusted him long enough not to call him and ask him what he was up to at midnight.
That is a different kind of space — one that lets him be ‘king of the castle’. I may be old-fashioned, but I learned a long time ago: Treat your man like a king and the queen’s throne will definitely be yours.
HIS’ and ‘her’ bathrooms? Ok, the sink is as far as I will go, but it would still have to be in the same bathroom. For the closet, yes, that makes sense.
But when it comes to complete rooms; where he goes off to his little niche in the house, while I go to mine? That, for me, is simply unthinkable.
The essence of two people getting together and deciding to be together (under one roof) for the rest of their lives is to bond and be in each other’s hair — literally.
That is why you have to get used to him leaving the toilet seat up, or forgetting to put the cap back on the toothpaste. It can irritate you to the core, but you deal with it because you are in this for the long haul.
Your own space? Give me a break. Then why did you opt to get married?
You might as well have two little houses designed to both your specifications and when you want to come together on intimate matters, give each other a call and schedule the time and at whose house, then go back to your two little worlds.
In this day and age, there are still real women like me who want the comfort of coming in through the front door and seeing hubby sprawled out on the couch watching TV and sipping on his favourite brew; not thinking ‘Oh Lord, that I could just be alone for a few hours.’
Joan, 31, agrees with me. “What? Your own space? For what? Then why be with someone at all?â€
Agreed, everyone likes to rule their own space, but that goes right out the window when there are two parties at play — and gets worse when the wee ones come along.
Space is for divorcees and separated couples; not for two hot-blooded people mapping out a life together.
That is what compromise is all about — learning to live in each other’s space, not away from it. I can understand if you want to put your feet up and do nothing but just be, that does not mean you have to have your own little corner in the house.
Go out for a few drinks with the girls (with his permission, of course), or go shopping, but to have a nobody-should-enter room just for you? Please.
Likewise, I will let my man go and paint the town red with his chums. Naturally, that little devil on my left shoulder will whisper ‘what if he meets some hottie?’
So, let him meet her. Do I trust him? Yes. Will he flirt with her? Most definitely, but will he come home to me?
You bet he will, because I trusted him long enough not to call him and ask him what he was up to at midnight.
That is a different kind of space — one that lets him be ‘king of the castle’. I may be old-fashioned, but I learned a long time ago: Treat your man like a king and the queen’s throne will definitely be yours.