Where it all started.
My husband and I have been together for 11 1/2 years. We just recently got married and I will get into all of that throughout my series of blogs. We also have a big age difference, but thatâs never affected our relationship. I think we fit together just fine. For the first 2 months of our relationship, I had no clue that he lived right next door to his parents. No clue at all. He didnât even mention that and i wont even lie, i moved in with him after like 4 weeks. He later told me that he didnt want to tell me that in the beginning because past relationships didnt work out because they didnât like the idea that he lived so close. I never thought anything of it to be honest and i was completely fine with that. Or so, I thought things would be fine. A lot of things that I am sharing here have happened throughout the last almost 12 years so trust me I have a LOT! LoL. Once I was informed he lived next door to his parents, I was thinking how cool that was. When he first took me to eat lunch, I was instantly disgusted. I went to fix my plate all while my husband (new boyfriend at the time) sat in the recliner and waited for his mom to bring him his plate... now that may not be gross to a lot of people but watching my boyfriend, who was 39 at the time be catered to like that was sickening. This lady did NOT fix her husbands plate, as a matter of fact i was in line behind his dad to fix my own plate. So i was grossed out. dont ask me why, It was petty and in the moment. i didnt hate her for doing so, It just rubbed me completely wrong and when she handed him his plate she said âHere my man.â I took that as her way of letting me know that this was her âmanâ in a sense... All while she did not fix her husbands plate. I kept my distance from him for a while after that and eventually told him what was on my mind. I knew at the time that i really liked him and loved spending time with him and that one instance didnt completely turn me off, but it did rub me wrong.
