Two months ago I made the life changing decision to move in with my boyfriend…
I’m not a blindly optimistic person. I consider myself a realist with nihilist tendencies. My boyfriend is an idealist who loses his grip on the reality of our circumstance regularly.
While we thought living in the same house would bring us obviously closer together, our unwillingness to communicate effectively has wedged itself between us.
I get frustrated. He gets annoyed. We both get mad, but it just makes us sad.
Being adults in a relationship is difficult.
Being unemployed during a global pandemic sucks.
We don’t hate each other. There’s still love here, it’s just exhausted.
Change is hard, & this has been crazy.