For those of you who know me know i have a boyfriend named Jeff. We have been living in my small house for 2 years and its come time to make a major decision. Jeff has his own house which he owns and is 3 times the size of mine. He hasn't actually lived there for 2 years but has paid the bills. He also has a roommate that I don't mind but hes a slob.
I live in a 106 year old house that I hold dear to my heart. I have worked hard to make it a safe place for me an my son to live. I have literally refinished hard wood, laid linoleum, removed carpet, painted, killed mice and built walls. I even now own my own tool set and have come accustom to its floods and minor issues.
Jeff has asked us to move in with him many times but Ive always kind of push it off, but apparently now is the time to make the decision. If we don't move to his house we have to find another place that can accommodate all of our stuff. 4 cars and a boat...
I realize that most normal people would say duh.. move. But this house means alot to me. Its my son's and my first house together, its the place we could finally be ourselves and laugh together. Its the furniture we picked out the painting we did together... Its very sentimental to me....
I know i will move, I love Jeff and want to start a family
I just dont know how to let go of my freedom and my independence.
Wicked