i've lived with matt for a little over a year now. i didn't mean to stay for this long at first. my mom had kicked me out when she found out i was seeing him and being the kind person he is, he let me come over that night. we talked about my situation the next morning and he agreed to help me find my own place and that i could stay with him for however long that took. we spent about 2 months looking at houses and apartments. one night we were laying in bed and he told me, ''you know, it'll be really weird sleeping by myself when you leave.'' i said yeah it will be weird for me too. then he asked me if i would mind staying. being the weirdo i am i asked, ''for how long?'' he said, ''forever you goober! i'm asking you to live with me.'' i said oh..ok then
we're perfectly happy right now. we split the bills, groceries, housecleaning and what not. and we've both agreed to get married when i turn 25....don't ask me why...it just seems like a good number. not too old and not too young.
all of his friends lived together before they got married, and i swear, they are all happier than any jdub couple i've known that got married first. maybe there is something to it, maybe there isn't. all i know is that it's working for us so far.