September 30, 2018

It happened. Half his stuff. In the house. The move-in was actually pretty seamless. But then we got in a fight about… something. I can’t really remember. It seemed important.

He didn’t want me to put dishes away. I wanted to put dishes away. That was the fight.

For the record, I put the dishes away.

Day 112 – First day fight

September 29, 2018

Tomorrow he moves half his stuff in. Only half. Baby steps. Sort of. Then one big step. ONE HUGE STEP.

I managed to get rid of two pairs of shoes for him. Oh, and some t-shirts. That should be enough space, right?!?

Day 111 – I’m not freaking out; you’re freaking out.