These Things Happen In 3’s…

Matt and I have gotten pretty serious… we are still learning a lot about each other, but for the most part we are comfortable and enjoy each other’s company.

The death of his father bound us tightly together after maybe 3 weeks of dating. It was a strange experience going through the death of his father with him… considering I still didn’t really know him or his family. His brother and sister first met me at the hospital the night his father was admitted.

One month later, his grandmother dies… so more trauma to his family made him hold onto me tighter. Fortunately, his grandmother was a good old age and lived a very long life. It was just time, unlike his father’s death, which took the entire family by surprise. But he said if it wasn’t for me, he wouldn’t have been able to recover as well as he has. He still gets really sad from time to time… he found one of his dad’s shirts mixed in his clothes, picked it up, smelled it and cried. The shirt still smelled like his dad.

I’ve spent the night at my house just once in the past 3 weeks… staying with him the entire time.
The idea of me moving in with him came up… he loves me and wants me there with him. Our first date was in March (I only remember that because I blogged about it and looked it up)… and have been seeing each other exclusively since. So a little over 3 months… I have spent a lot of time with him… a lot of talking and getting closer. After 3 weeks of heavy consideration, I’ve decided I will move in with him… for various reasons.

I know that’s not very long to be seeing someone and then decide to move in with them. My point of view is you can never really tell something is going to work out- whether it’s 3 months or 3 years. I’ve had my share of serious relationships. I’ve lived with 3 men… I don’t think that really matters. Any way you go, there’s a chance things will fail miserably or be a dream come true… you just never know. One thing you can count on is that if you don’t take the chance… you’ll never know either way. I feel comfortable enough with him to take this step. We’ve talked about it and said we can see how it goes for 6 months. That’s great to me.

The house he lives in is shit… needs major repairs and serious cleaning… but I’ve already started doing that. His mom can’t take care of herself… hell she can barely get up and walk to the bathroom by herself. And do you think a guy like Matt is going to take the time to wipe down the fridge or cabinets? He’s a muscle-head-grease-monkey… soOo…

I’m ok with it all. I’m ok with his ex and the fact that he has kids (they don’t live with him though). I do get jealous… goddess knows why… but I usually huff and puff- he’ll wrap his arms around me and say “Baby you have nothing to worry about,” kiss me and give me one of those make-me-melt smiles.

So there you have my announcement. I’m moving in with my boyfriend. I love him and I’m willing to give it a chance. I know it won’t be easy, I know I will be frustrated from time to time… but um… isn’t that life??? I am just happy in general to have been able to experience this man, know him and love him.