Eomer
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Wait, what? Did you marry a lab rat?Onoes_sl said:and fee's for doing races and obstacle courses
Fuck that. Ironically enough, this thread continues to reinforce how fucking awesome my special lady friend is. All this shit you guys talk about with your past/current girlfriends/wives? Basically none of it applies to mine.Noodleface_sl said:Let's echo that, we are all fucked.
Money? When we first started dating, she offered to pay for things fairly often, but a lot of our dating was going out to dinner, and that shit adds up for someone who was working several part time jobs for not much better than minimum wage, while trying to pay down student loans, and getting relevant work experience to go back to school for a master's degree. Once we were a few months in and I could tell we were going somewhere (I knew she wasn't a gold digger from the start, one of the things that the friend who hooked us up told me was to NOT even mention material wealth, let alone brag about it, because that shit was a turn off for her), I was like "listen, you're not paying for dinner any more, you can't afford it and I can." She argued about it a bit, but accepted that. She'll still pay when she's picking up some take-out to bring home or whatever, but 95% of our dining costs I pay for. And I'm fine with that, because generally it's me wanting to go out.
When she moved in, or I guess when we were discussing that, she wanted to know what to pay for rent. Again I was like "listen, my cost of living isn't changing with you moving in. My condo fees are as much as your entire rent was at your previous place. If you want to pay for something, then how about you take care of groceries?" She again argued it a bit, saying that she felt bad not contributing, but I gently explained to her that even if it wasn't "fair", I was fine with that arrangement and didn't want her trying to work 60 hours a week waitressing or whatever just to cover her half of our expenses while she was trying to apply for grad school. In return, she's taken over 98% of the household chores, which being in a condo amounts to cooking, cleaning and laundry. Shit's great! I put in a token effort to empty the dishwasher and help clean up after dinner, but if I just finish my dinner and fuck off to the TV or PC and leaver her with it, she doesn't bat an eye whatsoever. When I do something like empty the dishwasher first thing in the morning before she gets up, that evening she'll specifically say thanks for it. I haven't set foot in a grocery store in 8 months, yet my fridge is magically stocked at all times with my staples. She'll even pick up beer without being asked when I get low.
I dunno if it's because she's from a very small, isolated town and grew up with parents who somewhat struggled to get by, and then moved to a slightly larger, less isolated town on her own at 17 to go to college and more or less supported herself, but she's pretty fiercely independent when it comes to money and not particularly willing to accept my help unless she's backed up against a wall.
As far as getting me to "help" with shit, I can barely even think of anything other than opening the occasional jar or shit like that. When I come home from work, she makes me dinner, I eat it, then I go watch some TV/hockey, play video games, or read for a few hours. For the most part, I just do my own thing while she either does some cleaning around the house, or goes and does some studying, or watches some Grey's Anatomy (I think she's watched every episode 12 times) on her iPad. I mean yeah there's the occasional time when there's something she's upset or nervous or worried about with school or other personal stuff that she wants to talk about, but generally that involves me sitting there going "uh-huh" and "I can see why you'd be upset/nervous/worried" for 15 minutes or so, then I go back to my thing. Then around 9 she will either request that we watch an episode of whatever TV series we happen to be watching at the time "when you're ready", or if I'd like a massage (which means she'd like to have sex now, please).
It's domestic bliss, I tell you!