Well, things got interesting late last week.
Remember how my roommate, K., had done the stereotypical lesbian two-dates-and-move-in-with-her-girlfriend thing? That was about 6 months ago, and apparently they’ve now hit the relationship expiration date: my roommate has left her and moved back in with me. I kind of knew that it was going to happen… they had been fighting and bickering for 5 of the 6 months they were together — they didn’t give themselves a chance to ease into the relationship and missed that special window of time when it’s easy to dump someone because you’re not trying to pick out curtains with them at the same time as you’re trying to get rid of them.
So, last week, I got a call at work: “Is it okay if I move back in?” How could I say no? I knew she was unhappy — one of those relationships where when it’s good, it’s great, but it’s more often bad or worse — but I wasn’t actually expecting her to cut bait and leave. I got home that day, saw her big ass bottle of raspberry vodka on the counter and to my surprise, knew she had followed through. K. isn’t one for being on her own, much, but end it she did — I’m proud of her for doing so. She had been staying because it was easy, but not necessarily because it was the right thing to do, ya know?
I’m ambivalent about her moving back in, to be honest. To be fair, she’s one of my most favorite people in the world and I’ve found that it’s good to have someone in the house again — not that talking to my dog Belle wasn’t satisfying conversation. And having K. around on a regular basis gives me less chance to wallow in my moods — and for someone who messes with depression, wallowing is like the gateway drug for a full-on depressive binge. Wallowing = seriously not good for me.
But her being around makes my relatively new healthy decisions a little more difficult to make on a daily basis: K’s one of those lean, muscular, in-shape types who eats junk food non-stop and has some of the unhealthiest habits I’ve ever seen (especially for someone who’s in the fitness industry — she’s a personal trainer). She’s aware and supportive of my situation, but unfortunately I like to use food to bond with people. Nothing like spending time with someone eating pizza and ice cream to cement a friendship, right? See, I know K. won’t say no to that kind of invitation, while if I cook all healthy and such, she’s likely to go out and find someone else to have dinner with. I’d rather her eat with me. See how that works? Companionship wins out over healthy eating every damn time. I suppose I’m feeding one of my needs, just not necessarily the healthy one.
And then there’s the whole bit about how I have an on-again-off-again impossibly unrequited crush on her. She’s not interested — this much I’m quite sure of — but that doesn’t stop me from occasionally having weird bouts of jealousy when it comes to her bringing home girls. I can’t help it, I know it’s not rational, but I don’t like her being with other girls while she’s in my house. It also doesn’t help that her bedroom is directly above mine… it doesn’t take much imagination to figure out what’s going on up there, if you know what I mean.
With her having moved out, the crush was a thing of the past — out of sight, out of mind, basically — but now that she’s back, it’s like I’ve got to go through the withdrawal process again. Which kinda sucks. At least there are no sex buddies hanging around yet, but that’s just a matter of time.
Overall I’m hoping for good things from this second round of roommate-ing together. She’s the extrovert to my introvert and it’s good for me to be actively pulled out of my own head like that. I also know this is a challenge for me: instead of going out of my way to do things for her, I’ve got to live my life the way I want to… if she comes along for the ride, great, but if not, that’s okay too.
I need to do things to like myself, rather than doing things for K. to like me, if that makes sense. And I need to let her live her life without my judgment or interference. Be K’s best friend and not her weird stalker, wanna-be-your-girlfriend friend.
That’s all. Easy, right?
If nothing else, day to day life just got a whole lot more interesting. I’ll take it.