I realized I have lived with a dominate personality since I was 20, someone who always told me what to do. December ’05 to November ’06 was with my brother and his wife and their two year old. My sister in law pretty much is the type that it is better to back away in an argument and accept what she says and do what she says.
From then until July ’12 I lived with my ex. Until that first summer, it was just in the bedroom but then there was a trigger and he hit a jealous rages. To avoid them, I did exactly as any slave should do, whatever he said when he said, at first, it was good, but then it goes beyond this post. The point is I went where he said, I clean what he said. He said if it was cleaned enough, good enough, if I missed a spot.
After I moved in here in November, I have gone rounds with my sister in law about how I clean. The first time I cleaned while I was here, I told her exactly what I did and what I missed, I was tired, (it was after my injury). It had been a few years since I had cleaned for someone who was not my ex.
*Anyway,* I suddenly realized I will hopefully soon be moving out for the first time.
I have started to move out on my own before and have the same thoughts and feelings they come to me in waves. I am 28 now and never have lived alone. I mean the closest thing to alone I had was sleeping in my car for a few and couch hopping and staying awake in a gas station (did you notice that gap) until my sister in law found out, in I think September but that was their old house so it was still like couch hopping. What is it like? Like living on your own? No one telling you what to do? But at the same time not telling you it is time to clean?
I get to decide where everything is going to go. However, it will have to be to optimize wall space for books, so not much choice, once you think about it.