Lilac Colored Glasses

Before I moved into my single person efficiency apartment wherein I began this blog, I lived in a hellhole house with a room mate and pledge sister. We’ll call her Swirly, her pledge class nickname cause I threatened to give her one if she didn’t stop getting drunk and getting us into trouble while we were pledging. Anyway, Swirly and I had a falling out and in the end she moved out of the house with absolutely no notice about 3 months before the lease was up. That left me to pay all the bills, my remainder of the rent, plus I got screwed out of the entire security deposit (I had fronted her half for her) despite the fact that I had payed for a cleaning company to go and clean the carpets.

I was bitter and angry and swore never to move in with another person unless I was engaged, and then I would maybe, maybe take moving in with my fiancee into consideration (not a hint, this is just how I felt at the time). CB knew about the situation, as we started talking pretty soon after I moved out of Hellhole and into solitary (but blissful) confinement. So I suppose it was somewhere that winter, I think before Christmas, that, following yet another rant about my old room mate and how opposed I was to living with another person, CB breached the topic of what I thought was important in a “living together relationship”.

I gave it some thought, my mind going back to living with Swirly and before that living with my brother and his childhood buddy and before that living in a sorority house with 5 other women and finally I said,
“Well, I dunno…I think I can be pretty easy to live with. I mean I need reminded to take the garbage out, but I guess the most important thing is to replace the toilet roll. I hate it when I’m on the toilet and I realize the roll is empty. Is it really so hard to replace it? Why…what do you think is important when you live with someone?”

To which he answered, ” Oh, I guess trusting the person is the most important thing, like, having confidence in the relationship that you can each go and do your own thing and not worry about the other. And love, of course…”

Oops.

“Well, yeah, yeah, I mean of course that’s um, so important that I just, like, assumed you knew I meant that….”

But it was too late;  CB was already laughing.

And now, any time I forget to replace the toilet roll, he pouts and says, “You forgot the toilet roll.  Should I be worried about our relationship?”

Grrrrrr….