The Boy and I have recently moved house into our first home alone together in over a year. That doesn’t seem like so much, but before we left Australia, we’d lived alone and it’s a huge shock to the system to learn to share again.
The worst part of it all was that I’m too much of a scaredy puss, and I hate confrontation. It got to the point where I would run into another room when my flatmates came home. My Dad came over from Aus and in the first two days I saw him on the patio having a drink with one of the boys, and soon after began force feeding him steak. Why couldn’t I have those sociable genes?
Even worse than all that, I hate the idea of someone not liking or being annoyed at me, so I found myself almost constantly in a state of can’t-be-bothered-to-do-the-dishes/oh-my-god-don’t-hate-me, that I found it hard just sit and be.
But now I can. And it is bliss.