A lot of commenter's tossed around how compromise is important in marriage and can be really hard but totally worth it. I tried really hard to think of all those slightly annoying things I do that get on my hubbys nerves so I could commiserate.
Like say when I put on . . . no, he doesn't really care.
Or when I dye my hair . . . no, he has almost no sense of smell and barely notices.
I know, it's when I bake brownies. Okay I'm obviously making stuff up. What sane man would hate brownies?
The fact is, we've barely compromised on anything. Everything just sort of fell into place after a month of living together. It's not like we didn't spend any time living on our own either, and both have our own little quirks but when it comes to those old stereotype standbys we're quite boring.
Control of the remote is a non issue. Not because we watch the same stuff (which is just Netflix movies anymore), though we do, but because the remote sensor on the TV burned out a long time ago so if you want to turn the channel, change the volume, or anything like that you have to get up and physically do it yourself.
In fact it's been about a year since it broke and I don't know if we'd use a remote if we had one that worked. It is kinda nice though, no one can blame anyone for losing the remote. (And if we ever did lose our "remote" we'd be in a lot of trouble as someone is missing a finger or two).
Cleaning we just kinda fell into as well. When I was between jobs I was willing to take on a lot of it (okay all of it) during the day mostly to keep myself sane. But once I started this cell chasing PCR making madness we cut a sort of deal. He gets to clean the kitchen including throwing out disgusting old food in the fridge (something I can't stomach) and take out the garbage.
I called the living room, bathroom and bedroom. Seems a bit unbalanced I know, but remember I like cleaning and really the kitchen is easily the messiest room in our apartment due to our rather animated approach to dinner (Who knew you could get pumpkin soup on the ceiling?).
My husband's even gotten quite well associated with the dishwasher. You'd think in this day and age just about anyone would be more than happy to use one to clean their dishes and have no idea it was done any other way, but it was actually a slight uphill battle. Growing up his parents didn't use the dishwasher to clean their pots and pans, instead it held chips and other carbohydrate goodness snacks and they'd wash each dish by hand.
It sure was interesting the first time I visited seeing his sister head to the dishwasher to pull out a new type of cracker we just had to try. Though if you do ever want to mess with someones mind just try that little trick. I'm sure they'll run screaming from your house, especially after they discover you hid the TV in the freezer and the toilet on the roof.
And while no couple could stand each others company 24/7 we also have our own little refuge in the form of two computers on two different computer desks at different ends of the living room. It's funny, even though I'm never looking at anything bad (well there are a few trips to cakewrecks) I don't really like it if he happens to look over my shoulder and see what I'm up to.
I know he feels the same way, getting a touch defensive if I ask what's so funny (that man is a web comic-aholic. Seriously if there's a web comic out there you like he's probably read it, or if he hasn't I'm sure he'd love to). So we divide our time up working together and spending it alone.
Maybe it's an introvert thing, but I think time apart is just as important as time together. I know after spending an 8 hour car ride with him the last thing I'd want to do is have a solitary picnic and then cuddle up on the couch to talk.
Give me my internet and endless blog list to catch up on to recharge my people batteries. Thank God he feels the same.
Everyone talks about how the first year living together is the hardest but we passed it last August and really nothing much has changed. Somehow it almost feels too easy, like we're just waiting for something evil to spring out and yell "Gotcha!"
Was it easy to find common ground when first moving in with your SO or did you butt heads like crazy? Do you have your special little things you look forward to doing once your other one isn't around? Can you believe I've got all these super wordy articles pouring out of me? Would anyone like some banana bread?
And how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie pop?