After the demise of my marriage, I had a very clear picture of what I wanted. I wanted to live a beautiful life on my own. I wanted to paint my walls green and use my pretty pink and green tulip dishes for every meal, enjoying the girliness of them. I wanted to camp out on my couch in the middle of the night watching reruns of Grey’s Anatomy and Sex and the City and lame chick porn with its goofy storylines. I wanted to read books in bed and not worry about the light keeping someone else up. I wanted to make my own mess and clean it whenever I felt like it rather than cleaning someone else’s messes. I wanted to be on my own, to be the mistress of my own castle.It’s not that I hated men and didn’t want their companionship. I liked men and thought it would be nice to date one. But with boundaries. My ideal relationship was dating someone who lived way far on the other side of town–you know, someone who was in the vicinity but not close enough for me to have to see him every day. Seeing each other three or four times a month seemed good. We could go on dates, have sex, share stories . . . and then return to living our separate, independent, fulfilling lives.
It sounded so . . . perfect.
And then there was Nico.
I don’t believe there’s such a thing as soul mates, yet I swear he’s mine. He is home. No other person has ever felt like home to me, but he does. I so never expected that.
And so, inevitably, the transition point of our relationship approached. You know, the idea of commitment, and, gasp, perhaps living together.
We *barely* scratched the surface of the conversation, but it was enough to freak me the hell out.
I had a series of commitment nightmares. In the first, I was pregnant and Nico asked me to marry him . . . and I surprised myself by saying yes, surprised myself even more with how much I loved the idea of being with him. And then, he said something to my kids about us deciding to get married and I freaked out. In the dream, and when I awoke from my dream. I think I had a minor panic attack when I woke up, and it took me several hours to recover.
In the next dream, Nico and I wound up at a wedding reception, and the bride and her friend performed a dance in these awful sequined outfits. It was like a bad junior high cheerleading squad. Nico walked past the bride, mid-dance, and said a comment about how she didn’t look *that* much like a drag queen. And I laughed, at Nico and at the farce of marriage.
In the final dream, Nico and I did get married, but in the chaos following the ceremony we couldn’t find any time to be us anymore because everyone was in our space. It was awful. Towards the end of the dream we did have one fleeting moment to snuggle, and I whispered in his ear that I loved having him in my mouth (well, it’s true; I do), but there was no way we could do anything approaching sex because the wedding had infringed upon all that.
No, we surely did not talk at all about marriage, but I think marriage is emblematic for me of commitment and all the things that can go wrong with it, and that’s why it kept popping up in my dreams. I find myself wanting, so wanting to be with Nico . . . and it petrifies me because it contradicts all that I thought I wanted and because I know that there are so many things that can go wrong in a relationship. I mean, what if we move in together and I wind up resenting him because he never puts his laundry away?
I decided to listen to myself; if I’m freaking out, it’s clear that I need to take some time and breathe for awhile. There’s no rush, anyway. No reason to hurry things.
And then today Nico got called for a job interview. With the county attorney’s office. You know, in MY town, not his.
He’d submitted the application awhile ago, and the job process moves incredibly slowly in his field.
I had so many reactions. I was amazed that he’d applied for a job in my town in the early months of our relationship just because I was here (he HATES, HATES this city). He hadn’t ever mentioned it, I guess because one never knows how things will turn out with these applications, so I’d had no idea that before I’d even started to think about moving to Metropolis that he was thinking about moving here.
But I was also a little panicked. Not with the idea of being with him, but with the idea of NOT being with him. I’ve been making plans to move to Metropolis, and the thought of moving there, without him being there, seemed so unfathomable.
Okay, I’m laughing at myself and all the panic as I write it out. It isn’t like me to freak out so much, lol.
I think the bottom line is this: moving into a commited relationship with someone scares the snot out of me after my marriage. But the thought of not moving in that direction with Nico scares me even more.
Because I love him and he’s home. And it’s not very often that a girl finds her home when she wasn’t even looking for it.
I think it’s time I had the “it scares the hell out of me but I want to be with you” talk with Nico 🙂