It’s almost midnight on a Friday night and I’m in bed alone for the first time in three weeks.
The boyfriend – which I now officially call him – is out having beers with friends.
I said I needed some time to myself.
This time to myself I’ve spent on a jog, some yoga, waxing my legs, putting on nail polish, washing clothes (even some by hand) vacuum cleaning, ironing and drinking red wine.
As I lay down now, exhausted after a week of a lot of work and very little sleep, I can’t help but think of all the women out there who does just this on their time ‘off’.
All the mothers picking up things after their children – and wifes after their men.
Living together with someone, although it’s only temporary until his knee heals and he can walk the five flights of stairs up to his own apartment, has made me take on this role again.
The girlfriend: Loving. Nagging. Caring. Demanding.
It’s interesting to see how I bend over backwards and try too hard, how I get confused and frustrated and don’t really know what I want or need, because there is another that I relate to and we are still trying to figure each other out.
And I’m enjoying every part of it.
I don’t want to be controlling, or jealous, or grumpy, no one does, but all of these state of emotions are in us and it’s only through each other that we are able to challenge ourselves and improve.
For that I am grateful.