Awkward roommate moments

I just moved in to my new place on Saturday and it’s just so awkward. I’m not used to being single and living with someone. I had no problems last time I moved out into my own place and it was just me, but living with someone it’s just so weird.

When I left my husband, Randy back in September and moved in with Josh it was awkward too, but in a different way.  I felt quite pathetic asking my ex (Josh) if I could stay in his guest room and then a week later when my husband, Randy calls and wants me to move out and return the key, I felt even more awkward asking Josh if I can now stay a bit longer and store all my stuff there till I get situated.   Josh and I made it work in a weird way. Luckily he was between girlfriends at the time so I was able to have a place to stay and it wasn’t too weird. Things worked well while I was there. We got back into our old routines.   I did laundry and the dishes and he cooked and did most of the shopping. I ended up moving out because things got too comfortable and I realized that it probably wasn’t a very healthy relationship. It’s tough moving out again, saying good bye to my dogs and my house all over again. It wasn’t an easy decision, but I’m trying to look at the big picture and move forward and allow him to move forward.  I will be eternally grateful for his generosity and for taking me in under such awkward circumstances. In the end we both realize that we are the best of friends and love each other greatly. We really do care about each others happiness and welfare.

So, here I am now, still in the process of moving out. I have everything I need to live day to day moved. But, I am a girl and I do have a lot of stuff so most of my stuff is still at him house in boxes.  I’ll have to work on claiming the rest of my stuff and bringing a few more things with me and then most of it goes back to my parents house to store for me till I get my own place.  I have to say I’m thankful for my parents for their willingness to store all of my treasures.  I continually get rid of more and more stuff as I feel guilty about storing it and I realize I really don’t need it.

Living with Josh for the past 3 months reminded me how good I am at being a wife and how all those little things that I do makes a difference and brighten someone’s day.  Also my annoying idiosyncrasies are out shined by my good amazing qualities. It’s very reassuring that I’m my current marriage isn’t ending due to my deficiencies as a human being or wife.

Now that I know I can be an amazing wife, let’s see if I can learn to be an amazing roommate.  This it going to take lots of work.  I know one thing I need to work on is boundaries. I’m so used to living in my own place, that living in someone else’s home is a bit awkward.  I write this after really embarrassing myself this morning. Opps. If feel like such an idiot.   I’m really dreading going home and facing my roommate.   I apologized to my roommate this morning and he said not to fret over it, but I can’t help fretting.  It was a really dumb mistake and soon as I did it I regretted it.