[RECOVERED FROM DRAFT EARLIER IN MONTH SOMETIME, MOST LIKELY END OF SEPTEMBER? DUNNO]
Well first of all, it kinda hurts me to be typing this, as I am moaning about a problem and not "actively" doing anything about it.
But my reason for posting here is for both myself in the future and maybe for others who stumble across my blog either in a similar situation or just interested by it.
I am a woman. In a relationship of 2 years now. We live together. I moved in 10 months ago. He is a butcher. I am a care worker. I initiated our talking. I found out his name and added him on a social networking website. Then he asked me out for a drink. From then on, we swapped numbers. We started seeing each other. I made the first move on him, asking if I can kiss him. He had not asked to be together after 2 weeks and by this point I had visited his place and we had gone on a few dates. So I said, 'what is our status' so to speak. Then we started officially going together.
We had sex about 3 months into the relationship. He kept wanting sex (shown by his physical touching of me) but I kept saying not yet as it is too early. We saw each other about 2-3 times a week. During the first couple of months, I stayed over his flat a few times. One of the times I was almost certain I heard him crying in the other room when he offered to sleep on the sofa as I could not sleep in the single bed we were both on.
until 1 year and 3 months where we moved in together.
To me, I felt like things were a lot better before I moved in.
- Musings on being in the current relationship I am in.[recovered from blog earlier in month]