The Blog with the co-habitating.....

Co-habitate.

Definition: to live together, though not married; cohabit

That online dictionary does not mince words.

I'm not sure if I have mentioned Mr. X before. I don't think I have. Actually I know that I haven't. I have alluded to something happening in my life. But never actually spelled it out. Let me set the scene.

About 6 years ago my marriage of 16 years, ended. Boy child and I set about making a life for ourselves in our new little home. There was an on-again/off-again "friend" who would take me out to dinner and places on the nights/days that Boy Child would spend with his father. Nothing drastic, just some company.

In January of 2010, when a long distance (read: internet) romance was slowly breaking my heart, in sauntered Mr. X from stage left.

We are polar opposites. He is fit and active and loves sports and exercise. My idea of exercise is to not take an afternoon nap. He is social and a conversationalist and passionate and rather um loud. I am quiet, shy in big groups, too lazy to actually be passionate about much. He is a fly by the seat of your pants, take everything as it comes, stresses about nothing kinda guy. I am an anally retentive, OCD sufferer who stresses about everything. He hoards treasures everything. EVERYTHING. I am a chucker. He constantly takes me out of my comfort zone. We clicked.

We dated. Boy child never having seen his mother with a "boyfriend", adapted. Time went by and everything just felt easy. Right. The months merged into each other and it felt like Mr. X and I had been together for an eternity.

We decided, with Boy Child's consultation and ultimate blessing, that Mr. X would "cohabit" with us. That was November 2010.

"Cohabiting" between two fully grown, independent adults is not as easy as I thought it would be........to be continued.

The Blog with the hot flush.....

Although it may just have been because it was warmish outside and I was cooking in the kitchen.

Although everybody else in the house was coolish or "comfortable".

Although at 42 I have been told that at any MOMENT crap like this could start.

A hot feeling invading your body bringing with it sweat from various pores on your body (I don't think I can actually use the term "hot flush") when combined with Mr. I'mNotReallyHardofHearingIActuallyLiketoHavetheTelevisionVolumeUpThisLoudJustCos channel surfing in the next room, actually pushes one over the edge of sanity. At the very least it pushed me to take sanctuary in the cool, dark, quiet space of my bedroom.

In my sanctuary I called upon all the feminine presences to sooth me and walk me through this next phase in my life. What no doubt will be another spiritual and mind enhancing experience, kinda like um I dunno say .... CHILDBIRTH.

Not on your farking life.

First thing Monday my doc gonna give me every available hormone known to man.

Menopause you can kiss my slightly overweight, cellulited, closer to the ground than ever before, arse.