No, this is not an episode of The Big Bang Theory.
Today, I drafted up a Cohabitation Agreement for Mr. J and I to sign.
This shit? Just got real.
The bulk of my possessions have been moved into his house.
We’ve spent every night for the past two months together – the last day I slept in my bed was July 22.
And last night, we went out to dinner to discuss household stuff like bills and payment schedules.
We had some wings, I pulled out my phone to look at my budget, but he just told me that at the end of the month we would reconcile the bills and I’d just give him half, including the mortgage and property taxes.
And then he talked about signing a document that would allow us to each walk away without any further obligation should we choose to.
Ouch. Way to put a damper on the mood. Not the celebration I was hoping we would have.
I know he is just being practical and trying to avoid the situation he was in when he and The Ex split. He doesn’t want us to go through the hassle of dealing with pensions, RRSPs… any savings accounts.
He wants it to be simple – what’s mine is mine, what’s his is his.
And I am okay with that. Really. He might make a little more than I do (about $15K per year), but he also has two kids to clothe and feed and music lessons and sports fees, and before we know it, college tuition.
I know he is making sure I am protected as well, and he claims that while he makes more money, I will have more disposable income. And he is likely right about that.
I understand his need. I do.
I just wish that the thought of it didn’t stab me in the heart.
I really hope he doesn’t think that our relationship won’t last. Especially when he mentions that all the bills are in his name so I am “free to walk away at any time”.
And that’s when I wonder if this is all too soon for him. If the scars from his marriage are still too fresh.
Is that how he sees us, I wonder? That I am just biding my time until something better comes along? That when I get tired of being with him I will just throw in the towel?
Or does he say these things to put up a tiny wall around his heart, to protect himself from reliving the pain of the last few years?
He’s told me that ending things between us would hurt him, but it wouldn’t devastate him. I guess he’s been there once, and probably not likely to happen again. I mean – we have no children together, so there would be nothing to keep us tied to each other if the romance dies.
We’d be “free to walk away at any time”.
So of course I will draft and sign the Cohabitation Agreement. I don’t need financial support from him. What he earns when we are together is his. If his house appreciates in value, then he should benefit from that. I don’t need a share of it. I’ve managed my whole life without being dependent on a man, and I can keep doing it.
If it gives him peace of mind to sign such an agreement, I will do so.
So then why do I suddenly feel like our relationship just went from a grand romance to a business arrangement?