Isn’t it strange how certain things that are of a similar thread happen around the same time…?

I have been looking on a website that is dedicated to schools, what you do is put your details against the schools/sixth forms you attended and then people can contact you. On there I have found people I have not heard of in over 10 years. Its really quite scary to find most are married and on their third child.

Here I am – 26, in a long term (hopefully) relationship and no sign of children or marriage (but more on that later) and quite happy with that situation. I cant imagine myself in any other scenario.

Anyways what brought this on is Rupert. We have been discussing moving to a bigger house with better facilities i.e. garage and freezer. We then got onto the subject of actually buying a place. Would we get a joint mortgage..? or would one of us buy it and the other pay rent…?

Nothing was decided.

A few days later he called his mum for a routine check-in and she posed the question of what sort of commitment do we have…? Meaning are we likely to stay together in the long term. I don’t think he knew what to say because later when we were in bed he just came out with it…

R - “What do you think of us..?”

C - “Eh…?”

R - “Well, do you see us together in the long run..?”

C - “Ummm….dunno…why…?”

R - “Well I mean about buying a place and stuff.”

C - “Oh. I don’t know to be honest. I am quite happy as we are. I don’t know if we will be together but I know I would like too…”

R - “I’m not sure either but I know this is the most special relationship I have ever been in. I don’t know what I would do without you. I think that if we do get a joint mortgage we probably will get married.”

So we carried on for about an hour on this subject. The outcome is still undecided. We will definitely get another place together and give this relationship every possible chance.

I really want it to work out. I am getting too soft in my old age. This week is a prime example. Roop has been in London since Tuesday, that’s two nights he has been away and I miss him already. Not the “we have broken up” missing, just the waiting for him to come home missing. I have been through all this before.

For the first couple of days it takes some getting used to, for the next couple of days you are ok, then as the week comes to an end you start to look forward to them coming home and that’s when the time drags. Then when they finally do come home – you breathe a sigh of relief and give them a big hug.

Well that’s what I am planning on doing tonight.

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