I've never felt like I know what I want, and it's driving me crazy.
I think there's something wrong with me because the things everyone tells me I should want I don't want and I try to want the things I "should" want, but I don't.
I'm 37. I don't have or want kids. I'm not married. I live alone. I have a boyfriend of three years, who is also 37 and we've known each other since high school. We don't live together. He still lives at home with his parents following being made redundant and is looking for work.
My brother (and others in my life) keep asking when he's going to propose or move in with me. And honestly-I don't know if I want any of those things. I love living alone. I would hate living with someone and I know that I would.
I've lived alone for over four years now and it suits me to a T. We see each other twice a week and that is sufficient to me and him. I know he eventually wants to move in once he gets a job, but I dread it.
I know that makes me a bad person. I know I'm probably his only avenue to moving out and getting his own place-but the thought of it makes me feel trapped.
I know this isn't normal. You should want to live with the person you love, right? I just don't. It's everything. Down to the thought of having to "take care of him" and share a space to having his stuff in my house. I like my house as it is. I've got plans for my house and another person ruins it. And I wouldn't want someone to move in and be unable to make my house their home. That would be horrifically selfish.
Not to mention the fact that we can't share a bed because he snores horrendously and I can't sleep beside him at all. Maybe that's fixable by going to the doctor but he's never shown an inclination towards that before and he does try to let me fall asleep first so I can sleep. I think I've only slept beside him once and that was when I was absolutely exhausted that I'd fall asleep in a hurricane!
That's workable, I suppose. Separate rooms and all that. Ear plugs.
As for marriage, I don't know. I can't convince myself it's something I want. I know the benefits-and I like the idea of it-but that's just it. I like the idea of it-not the reality. The reality makes me feel trapped.
I don't know what all this says about me and my relationship. Maybe it's just unconventional. Maybe we could be happy doing it our way and ignoring other people. I just don't know if I'm cut out for marriage and/or living with someone long-term.
I know I'm supposed to want it all. Maybe I'm a commitment-phobe. Maybe I like my freedom too much. Maybe I need freedom too much.
I just wish there was a simple way to make me want the things that I should want, but none of it excites or inspires me. It makes me feel boxed in every time I think of it.