The following is a short story of mine, recently featured on the podcast Meet My Ghost.
It started when I moved in with my boyfriend.
I just graduated college, graphic design with a minor in dance. Yeah, I know, dance. But, I graduated, landed a decent job where I made decent money. Compared to most college graduates, I was ahead of the game.
Even with a dream job, I still needed to get a roommate,
needed a way to keep my rent low while I paid off my loans. This seemed easy
enough at first, At least until I realized all of my friends moved back home
and out of the city. No friends, no
I did, however, have a boyfriend.
He was older than me with a good job, his lease was up,
he knew I was looking for something, and we were serious enough for it to be a
conversation. Actually, with my frantic apartment hunting, it was impossible
not to have at least talked about it.
Neither of us were really ready to move in together,
though. We had seen more than a few of our mutual friends break up after just a
few months of cohabitation. To my mind, nobody was perfect. People had rough
edges and sometimes, even if you loved somebody, your rough edges could end up
bringing out the worst in each other. Then you break up, and someone is left in
the lurch with the rent in a one-bedroom apartment.
We were so hesitant that we might not have done it at
all, but then my boyfriend got the promotion. He works as a drug rep, staying
local mostly. However, with a new position he gets to go all around the
Midwest, gone nearly all week and back on weekends.
It kind of seemed perfect, the best of both worlds. We got plenty of space and still got to have weekends together. I got a roommate, and he had someone getting some use out of his rarely inhabited apartment.
Plus, he makes a ton more money than me. The places we
could afford together were palatial compared to the craigslist dumps I had been
scoping out before. We ended up getting a little two-bedroom, two-bathroom,
slice of heaven with hardwood floors and marble countertops.
We moved in together, and things are going great.
Here’s where things go from great to weird.
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