Before I moved in with Maymay I had never shared a room with another person. I had never had a roommate, or split an apartment that wasn’t housing under the jurisdiction of an educational institution. And considering that I moved in about five weeks after I met him, it still surprises me to this day that our living situation has never gone horribly wrong.
One of our recent challenges has been working from home together. The biggest hurdle at the moment is that our sleep schedules are absolutely fucked. It has been rare for me in the past few weeks to hit my pillow before 4am. Maymay does the same. That means we miss a lot of mornings.
I sleep less than he does. And I wake up more quickly. Truth be told, had my lifestyle not unfolded in such a way that being a night owl is intrinsic to my interests and company, I would be a morning person. I like mornings. I wake up quickly. I write better in the morning. (But I write sexier in the night. Go figure.)
It’s hard for me to work and spend the day with May at the same time. And I have been feeling on the antsy side. There are many reasons we might spend time together or apart. But with living together, working together, being attached to each other, it gets a little much.
We have been scheduling time apart from one another our entire relationship. That that works well. It means that we’re assured of our own spaces. We have been doing that, of late. It works well. It keeps me balanced. It makes me hungry for him when I come back home.
He is still asleep as I write this. I am going to the beach today. (Even though it looks like it might rain.) I am tempted not to wake him up before I go; he looks so lovely in his sleep. The thing is, it’s good to go my own way for a while. But in truth, I miss him. I miss him even when he’s right next to me. I miss his skin on mine.
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From a guy who has no clue about relationships…was it easy to find that balance….I always struggle with how much versus how little…I am a fairly emotional guy so for me when I date it almost feels as if it is too much you know…like it is never enough..how do you find that balance..is it just a matter of finding the right person?
I guess, like a lot of things, this depends on your definition of “fucked.” ;)
Looooove yoooouuuu….
i recommend melatonin for sleep rescheduling. only thing that’s ever worked for me.
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