galeteia
Brilliant_Rock
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Well ladies, I think I need some more PS perspective.
I''ve feeling a little like ''the guy'' in a LIW relationship lately. I love FF and I know that I will be happy living with him, but I can''t stop thinking about all the things I''m giving up. Moving away from my country and home and family and everyone I''ve ever known to live in a place reviled by everyone I''ve talked to about it, to be stuck in a wasteland for four years before I can get back to ''my life'' and plans.
And I''m not one of those people who was pro-marriage and on the lookout for Mr. Right. I like being single. I''ve always imagined being single and happily fufilled by my career for the rest of my life. I never thought I would be in a relationship of any permanence, because I just didn''t have that as a life goal, and to be honest, thought it was a bit of myth that things ''work out'' between people. Every reference to bad marriages (a friend of mine is trapped in a bad marriage but can''t leave because of the kids and lack of financial or any other support) spooks me and I wonder at the madness of trying to make marriages work.
I love having my own apartment (in this case I share an apt with a good friend, but it''s a nice apartment and we have our space) and sleeping in my own bed. By myself. I love having the freedom to rule my own life, make my decisions with only my best interests in mind.
I like my freedom to eat at a sushi restaurant for all-you-can-eat excellent quality sushi (sashimi included!) for $25 including taxes and tip. (Cdn!) I like that I live in a culturally, lingustically, and ethnically diverse area and that I can go to one of the gay bars in town if I want to go dancing without having to deal with obnoxious people.
And I suddenly sympathize with the men who protest that to them, proposing is the same as getting married, because you''ve made that decision, period. I love FF and want to cohabitate with him, and would be happy being with only him for the rest of my life, but I resent that I am being forced onto the conveyor belt that will inevitably end up in marriage. I can tell myself that the ''paperwork marriage'' is just a technicality and the ''ceremonial exchange of rings and vows and marriage dealie'' will be the REAL marriage, but the fact is, that paper will be the first step onto the conveyor belt.
It''s starting to strain my relationship with FF a little, because I structure my work schedule around my sleep patterns, so I''m either asleep, at work, or relaxing after work when he wants to talk. When I am finally in the mood to talk, he''s asleep. And with the looming prospect of my single days being over for good, I find myself clinging to my freedom. I will have an appendage for the rest of my life after this. I will not be a ''me'' I will be a ''we'' and I''m not sure how I feel about that.
It would be so much easier if we could just be together, even live together, without getting married. It would give me the time I''d need to ready to step onto that coveyor belt. Instead I feel hustled onto it. I find myself praying that the immigration process will take a looooong time. I want a year of my life as it is. Maybe a year and a half. Or two. I don''t want to go down there yet, I don''t want to leave my life. It feels like going into exile.
I have a job I like that I''m good at. I''m making real money. I can finally buy the things I''ve always needed/wanted (woot! The first new winter coat in SEVEN YEARS) and I''m enjoying my life. Before I met FF, my life felt so stuck and grim... so many wonderful things have happened to me since I opened my heart to him. I don''t feel like we rushed into anything, because things just fell into place in a very eerie way, so much so that I''m feeling a shift in my spiritual beliefs. Everything came about naturally and inevitably, right down to the small details. He''s the only person I''ve ever fallen in love with, and I''m not exactly a dew-eyed innocent.
Maybe I would feel differently if I didn''t know how eager he is to marry me. If the shoe was on the other foot, I mean. I don''t question that I want to marry this man. I absolutely do. I know he is ''The One''. He fits me in a way that I just didn''t envision being possible. But I want to marry him eventually. I don''t want to be married right now. But it''s either get married, or essentially not see one another for five years. The immigration process forces us to make decisions a year or more in advance.
I''m feeling down about the whole thing, so I would appreciate your thoughts on this, ladies. Thanks in advance.
I''ve feeling a little like ''the guy'' in a LIW relationship lately. I love FF and I know that I will be happy living with him, but I can''t stop thinking about all the things I''m giving up. Moving away from my country and home and family and everyone I''ve ever known to live in a place reviled by everyone I''ve talked to about it, to be stuck in a wasteland for four years before I can get back to ''my life'' and plans.
And I''m not one of those people who was pro-marriage and on the lookout for Mr. Right. I like being single. I''ve always imagined being single and happily fufilled by my career for the rest of my life. I never thought I would be in a relationship of any permanence, because I just didn''t have that as a life goal, and to be honest, thought it was a bit of myth that things ''work out'' between people. Every reference to bad marriages (a friend of mine is trapped in a bad marriage but can''t leave because of the kids and lack of financial or any other support) spooks me and I wonder at the madness of trying to make marriages work.
I love having my own apartment (in this case I share an apt with a good friend, but it''s a nice apartment and we have our space) and sleeping in my own bed. By myself. I love having the freedom to rule my own life, make my decisions with only my best interests in mind.
I like my freedom to eat at a sushi restaurant for all-you-can-eat excellent quality sushi (sashimi included!) for $25 including taxes and tip. (Cdn!) I like that I live in a culturally, lingustically, and ethnically diverse area and that I can go to one of the gay bars in town if I want to go dancing without having to deal with obnoxious people.
And I suddenly sympathize with the men who protest that to them, proposing is the same as getting married, because you''ve made that decision, period. I love FF and want to cohabitate with him, and would be happy being with only him for the rest of my life, but I resent that I am being forced onto the conveyor belt that will inevitably end up in marriage. I can tell myself that the ''paperwork marriage'' is just a technicality and the ''ceremonial exchange of rings and vows and marriage dealie'' will be the REAL marriage, but the fact is, that paper will be the first step onto the conveyor belt.
It''s starting to strain my relationship with FF a little, because I structure my work schedule around my sleep patterns, so I''m either asleep, at work, or relaxing after work when he wants to talk. When I am finally in the mood to talk, he''s asleep. And with the looming prospect of my single days being over for good, I find myself clinging to my freedom. I will have an appendage for the rest of my life after this. I will not be a ''me'' I will be a ''we'' and I''m not sure how I feel about that.
It would be so much easier if we could just be together, even live together, without getting married. It would give me the time I''d need to ready to step onto that coveyor belt. Instead I feel hustled onto it. I find myself praying that the immigration process will take a looooong time. I want a year of my life as it is. Maybe a year and a half. Or two. I don''t want to go down there yet, I don''t want to leave my life. It feels like going into exile.
I have a job I like that I''m good at. I''m making real money. I can finally buy the things I''ve always needed/wanted (woot! The first new winter coat in SEVEN YEARS) and I''m enjoying my life. Before I met FF, my life felt so stuck and grim... so many wonderful things have happened to me since I opened my heart to him. I don''t feel like we rushed into anything, because things just fell into place in a very eerie way, so much so that I''m feeling a shift in my spiritual beliefs. Everything came about naturally and inevitably, right down to the small details. He''s the only person I''ve ever fallen in love with, and I''m not exactly a dew-eyed innocent.
Maybe I would feel differently if I didn''t know how eager he is to marry me. If the shoe was on the other foot, I mean. I don''t question that I want to marry this man. I absolutely do. I know he is ''The One''. He fits me in a way that I just didn''t envision being possible. But I want to marry him eventually. I don''t want to be married right now. But it''s either get married, or essentially not see one another for five years. The immigration process forces us to make decisions a year or more in advance.
I''m feeling down about the whole thing, so I would appreciate your thoughts on this, ladies. Thanks in advance.