People weren’t meant to cohabitate. I sincerely believe that. It takes work to live with other people, especially ones you’re romantically linked to. It’s not like in the wild where you share a nest because you’ve decided that this particular being would make the best reproductive partner.
In fact, maybe the best cohabitation stems from rearing a child because there is a solid tie between the two beings. Otherwise, its work.
The things you used to adore and find special, you’ll take them for granted. Not because you’re an awful person. But because you’ll get used to them.
You’ll probably irritate the other person to no end by doing something you’ve done your entire life and it just so happens to be their biggest pet peeve.
Some people really want to be in that kind of relationship. They want to be needed, to be loved. They’ll fight tooth and nail for someone who is somewhat, kind of compatible.
So what happens when someone who doesn’t care about those kinds of relationships gets into a cohabitation? Does the towel on the floor mean its over? Wheres the line between fighting for love and leaving it be? How much should you work on yourself and the way you are before you realize you’ve given in too much?
We cohabitate for various reasons: saves money, lets us spend time with our loved one, makes it feel as if our relationship is going somewhere, society tells us its one of those “steps” adults take.
If you’ve ever been in a serious relationship, you’ve been in a fight. Not the one that broke you guys up, but the one where you made up. And afterwards, you probably reflected that you were probably in the wrong. Or maybe you still gloated about being in the right. But someone was in the wrong, and they didn’t want to admit it. But admitting our faults is the thing that brings us closer together.
To cohabitate is to prove to someone else that you are not perfect. That your parents fucked you up. That society fucked you up. That your teachers fucked you up. That all the world has been shaping you into this person who leaves the lid up, the dishes unwashed and the front door unlocked. You can be with the love of your life but one day a dirty coffee mug will make them snap. And it might be the same day you received a collections notice. And you’ll fight. Since you cohabitate, youll reside in different sides of the house afterwards. Maybe you’re the crying one, maybe youre the one steaming. Maybe you dont know what just happened. Maybe youre the one regretting what you just let out of your mouth. You didn’t mean they got fat, you just needed something, anything. Because you were in the wrong and couldn’t admit it yet.
So maybe youll have to be the one to say you’re sorry. But maybe youre the one who has decided that it’s over. Maybe you’ll dramatically pack a suitcase before you realize “And go where?”.
One day you’ll break up, move out, move on. Or maybe one day you’ll get married, then divorced. Or maybe you’re the lucky few that stay together through all of it. But you went through it. You’re not immune. You’re human. You’re not perfect.
Accept it, cohabitate and let your imperfections shine.
