...Mags, good luck with tomorrow!
Thanks!
...Mags, good luck with tomorrow!
I certainly have had my share of roommates-from-hell. My apartment is a small 1-BR and I've lived here many, many years.
Before I got married I used to rent out the BR and sleep in the LR.
Back to living with partners, there was a difference in standards between me and my hubs, and this was something he got heated about a lot. I tend to collect stuff, hold onto old things, and can very easily and quickly be surrounded by clutter...
Funny, how much neater I am since he moved out. However, a friend of mine had to laugh recently when he asked about all the dishes in my sink and I told him I occasionally go on strike. He said, "You're on strike against yourself?" and I said, "Yeah, it's not really working out too well, 'cause eventually I am gonna be standing here for an hour doing all of these." We both cracked up laughing.
I tried making my cats do their share of the cleaning, but ...
I tried that when I had cats. It's like herding cats.
I have a relationship with my vacuum cleaner.
If you choose roommates/partners carefully, you are less likely to end up with an inconsiderate slob, unless that is what you prefer.
I tend to collect stuff, hold onto old things, and can very easily and quickly be surrounded by clutter. He always wanted me to toss my shit out.
I a word...nothing. Let it go. It's their stress, and most people have enough of our own.I guess I just don't know what to do with "their" stress after they share it with me.
One thing I'm finding a little difficult is that I am the primary source of comfort for Indigo and Mr. A.
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I certainly wouldn't want either of them to not be able to talk to me. And yeah, they're big issues. I guess I just don't know what to do with "their" stress after they share it with me.
Writing it here has helped, but further suggestions would be appreciated.
... the blessing of another person putting their arms around you and being your friend, letting you rant or cry or stare,-is so precious. It has the power to make some part of the stress manageable and calm the panic without having to have the whole solution worked out in order to be soothed to a place of perspective.
Maybe below the cockles. Maybe in the sub cockle area... Maybe in the kidneys, maybe in the liver... Maybe EVEN in the colon... We don't know.
Sorry - had too...
Something I found online about multi-partner households:
CHALLENGES OF LIVING TOGETHER AS A POLY FAMILY
So why is this model so difficult to sustain? Ironically, the reasons most of these families disintegrate so quickly have nothing to do with polyamory. Instead, they fail because of the difficulties of living together: conflicts over housework, kids, money, space and privacy. Everyone must be able to reach agreement on all these questions:
• where to live;
• what house to buy or rent;
• whether to pool financial resources;
• how much money to spend and what expenditures are acceptable;
• how clean to keep the house and who will be responsible for which chores;
• what kind of food to buy and who will cook meals;
• how much privacy or personal time each partner will have;
• how much time will be spent as a family;
• whether to have children, how many children, how will they be cared for, and what styles of child-rearing are acceptable.
Excerpted from -
http://www.lovemore.com/articles/plstyle.php
But we're in loooooooooove! All that other stuff isn't important and will sort itself out because we're in looooove and it's so perfect. We just need a great big huge bed so we can cluster- fuck every night and no one feels left out. Unless one of us isnt in the mood; we cant have sex unless it's all seven of us together at the same time. Also, it has to be a daisy-chain. Don't say anything that will ruin our fantasy of the perfect poly famblee or i'll get mad at you for judging us.
(this has been a public service announcement)