Here in the blog world, most of us like to keep it bright and cheery. We don't talk about any problems in our personal life, or if we do, we keep it vague. I understand that, and I agree with it to a point. I don't believe, however, in not being real on my blog. I know not everyone's life is unicorns and funfetti frosting, mine included, but for the most part we tend to stray away from the hard things. Not me, not today.
Hard thing #1: I live with Derek and his parents. I've talked about living with my "in-laws" before, on a much lighter note, but I haven't ever really talked about it. Reason #1 being I love them and I don't want to disrespect them in any way, and Reason #2 being they so graciously let me live in their home, free of charge. But it's hard, you guys. It's hard trying to fold yourself into someone else's way of life when it is so different from your own.
I've lived on my own for the last 5+ years and before that I lived with my parents, who are completely different from Derek's parents. As I mentioned in my first vlog, me and my family are very close. I know a lot about my parents, from how they met, to how they cried on their wedding day, to the loss of a pregnancy, and so much more. My Mom really has become "my best friend" in a sense, because now, that I am not a rebellious teenager, we get along great and share pretty much everything in our lives.
This could not be less true regarding Derek and his parents. I don't know if it is because of the age difference (his parents are in their late 60's) or because Derek is a boy or what, but they are not sharers. I asked Derek how long his parents dated, he didn't know. This confuses me only because it is different to me.
Another difference is that Derek's parent's don't drink. Don't get the wrong idea about me (or my family) and think that we are a bunch of raging alcoholics, but we are the types who believe there isn't anything wrong with an adult beverage every now and then. Growing up in this type of household I was taught to respect alcohol, instead of growing up in a household where it was considered "taboo" and that I had to hide it. I'm extremely grateful to my parents for instilling this in me and for never making me feel like I had to hide anything from them.
The last thing that makes living with someone's parents hard is personal space, and the fact that I have none. Derek's mom was always a SAHM and even now, continues her life as a housewife/homemaker. Because of this, she does ALL of the cleaning, cooking, and laundry. When I first moved in, I told her that she didn't have to do these things for me but that didn't happen. I've gotten used to her doing my laundry, but it is still a shock to come home to all of my belongings moved around in my room after she has cleaned.
After writing all of this down, it doesn't seem like it's that big of a deal, which is probably why I don't complain much. But there are certain days when it overwhelms me. Days when I just don't feel like putting laundry away, days when I just want to sit in my underwear with a good movie and a glass of wine. Days when I don't want to get out of bed until noon. Those days have been few and far between since living here, but then I remember that I am blessed to have a roof over my head and I feel okay.
Do you have "hard things" in your life that you don't like to talk about?