I wanted him to feel at home, like this was his space, too. In hindsight, it was naive to believe he could slip into a fully furnished, decorated, and paid-for space that I had occupied for nine months before he came along. Of course, much as the adage goes, hindsight is 20/20: every time he would refer to the apartment as mine, I would get upset (and of course, that just inspired the little devil to do it on purpose).
We've moved past that somewhat. Every now and then when he's being a smart ass, he'll pull out the "YOUR apartment" card, but for the most part this is OUR home.
Fast-forward to the end of February when "we" bought a new car. This has brought about a whole new conundrum. For all intents and purposes, this is MY car: the dealership ran the application in my name alone first, so the debt is in my name; as well, we sold MY old car, leaving me wheel-less. However, true to my mama-always-taught-me-to-share nature (and because the payment comes out of our account), I was referring to it as "our" car. But Chebbar, well, he kept calling it MY car.
I guess my poor little brain was confuzled.
We were out with friends and Chebbar was driving. He pulled a silly stunt that caused me to shriek at him for driving MY car that way. He fired back with, "Oh, it's YOUR car is it? Well, then. I guess *I* don't have to help you PAY for it then, do I?"
Yeah. And I thought *I* had the market cornered on foot-in-mouth disease. *eye roll* (Misunderstanding that was rectified in no time, let me assure you.)
Fast-forward again to last week when he asked to take the Mazda to work, and I found myself struggling mightily with the selfish feeling of not wanting to let someone else drive my car (specifically while it was still so new -- new car scent: I haz it!). We did have a discussion about the car and whose it is, coming to the conclusion that WE bought it for ME.
I just refer to the car as "it" or "the Mazda" now.
oh honey, we had the same problem. Hubby moved into "my" house and it was so hard to make space for him and make it feel like his. It wasn't until we moved that I and he really felt like it was "ours." It can be done, but it's hard and it's great that you are aware of it and trying to make it better. Whereas I just bitched about the lost closet space. :)
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