I’ve Made a Big Change

Hey folks, how’s it going on this lovely Friday? It’s a little wet and cloudy here in Washington, but that’s okay as it keeps the land green and the tourists away!

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I’d also like to take a moment to say thank you to everybody who has followed the blog or reads it now and again. (Almost 100 followers!) It’s really nice to see people enjoy listening to what I say as I scream it into the void. I like to use this space as a sort of public diary and if anybody reads it and likes it, then that’s all the better. With that in mind, I’d like to tell a story.

I was dating a man for two years. We had moved in together quickly because I was in a bad living situation when we started dating and while it may have been fast, it worked out. Well, the relationship started to degrade. We still loved each other, we just weren’t IN LOVE with each other, if that makes sense. Time went by and I could feel us slowly slipping apart, which hurt because I still really cared about the guy. I didn’t want to lose a close friend, nor did I want to hurt feelings. We were together for two years! We shared everything.

Well, a few weeks ago, I finally decided something needed to be done. I wanted to be kind, so I waited until after the holidays, but I also wanted to start off the year fresh. So, a few days before New Years Eve, I made a nice dinner. My plan was to make a really nice evening so that he wouldn’t feel as if I was being a big dick.

I made steak and purple and yellow potatoes for dinner and cheesecake for dessert. We didn’t really use the dining table that much, so I decided to do it there so that he wouldn’t have to sit at the couch where we normally hang out, thinking about how I had left him. Was I over thinking this? Yeah, probably.

So, we ate dinner and I eventually looked at him and started the conversation I had been playing in my head over and over again. He knew what I was going to say and confessed that it was something he had been considering for a while, too. What a relief! After I knew that, I was totally at ease, and we just ended it without conflict.

I left for a few days so that he could have his space, eventually coming back because I needed stuff. We started talking and hanging out and I realized that our relationship could survive. We could still be friends!

Where we are, the cost of living is super high and moving expenses can be crazy high, especially in a college town. We both started looking for places to live, but we realized there was no way we could afford to live alone, nor did we want to try to find new people to live with. He actually interviewed some potential roommates, but found that they were, well, sub par.

He and I ended up getting drunk one night and just talking. We talked about how we were doing and what we were feeling. We also talked about the living situation and realized that we were totally fine continuing to live together. We have a great apartment and didn’t want to give it up. It’s cheap and close to everything and allows cats. So, we’ve decided to find a happy medium.

We’re going to get separate beds and treat it like a dorm. I know, this may seem strange since we were dating for so long, but it is actually working out really nicely. We watch movies together and do hair and face masks together. We really were best friends more than we were lovers, and now we are having more fun than we ever did when we were dating. Plus, now we’re both single! If he wants to go out on a date, I’ll help him get ready and vacate if he ends up getting lucky.

Maybe it’s odd, but it works for us. I’m glad I was able to date him for a while, but in the end he’s my best friend, and we’re both a lot happier this way. Besides, we’ve discussed that people have needs and causal sex isn’t off the table… It’s not like we haven’t done it before! Wonderful benefits.

I hope you all find what works for you! This weekend I’ll be hitting the clurbs with my cousin, so we’ll see what happens.

Have a great rest of your day, my darling devils.

HS!

LH