Discombobulated, of Norfolk

Hot on the heels of the chat about engagement came the next conversation - the one about moving in together.
Part of me thinks I’m not ready to live with someone, but then another part of me remembers that I already have been living with someone - my sister. And before that, I lived with my sister and my mum. And before that, I shared a three-bedroomed student house with four other people, three of whom were women. And before that I lived with my mum and my sister, and before that I lived with my mum and both my sisters. So would I really be in a different kind of situation? It’s not as if I could complain about losing my independence is it?
Maybe it’s too much change, too soon. Maybe it feels like the final, biggest step in our relationship; the one that would be hardest to reverse if it didn’t work out. I’m not sure. But as much as I love Philippa, and as happy as I am that we’re engaged, I am increasingly thinking I need some sort of therapy to help me deal with my feelings.

RC 7-3-12