Home Again Home Again…
TGP and I are in escrow on a house. Woo! It’s purty, and we’ll each have a room of our own to write in. And plenty of grass in the backyard for a puppy and a jacuzzi. And a sacrificial altar… erm, firepit to keep the puppy out of while we’re roasting marshmallows. And lots of rooms to christen in a most non-Christian manner. Hee…
This feels different. Last time I bought a house, with my ex-husband, there was an enormous amount of anxiety and distress. Maybe because I’ve been through it before, and maybe just because I’m different and doing this with a different person, I’m not worried about it. My biggest issue at the moment is how long I’ll have to wait before I can get the desk of my dreams in my office. Might not seem like much, but I used to have a desk just like that when I was at UCSB and the ex raised such a stink about getting moved into a second-story apartment that it was World War 3 or give up the desk. I never forgave him. Our marriage was full of things like that. We all have to make compromises for each other, but there are some things that you should never be asked, or ask, someone you love to give up. Never again. Not with TGP. He’s different, and I’m different, and neither of us will ever ask the other to give up something they love. Not even for love.