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I have been with my partner for 18 months, and we have had our far share of far share of struggles and smiles… I love him dearly, as he accepts my flaws, and I consider him my best friend.
The only issue is that we a two very different people.
Even though you don't want to or mean to, you start to compromise your dreams and hopes when you're in that kind of relationship when people have differing ideals. I love random unpredictability, I long for life experiences, adventure and to backpack around the world… Yet my partner loves the stability of playing his X-box on a flat screen TV, in his own home, and I loathe the constant strait-narrow suburban life where the afternoons consist wondering what in TV that night. I’m happy with renting a shitty little house with second had furniture until I’m 30, just so I have enough money to se the world. Yet, my partner is hopeless with money, and I can’t help but get the impression that his ideals are to buy a house and fill it will all the newest home-living products.
I do love him a lot, and just the thought of not having him in my life brings tears to my eyes… but at the same time the thought of me not fulfilling my dreams kills me inside.. I yearn for this freedom. I know no ones going be able to achieve this but myself and If you want it, you have to sacrifice.
The question is what to do? In a relationship you blend your lives together, but how far does that go? How do you keep your own identity, but still be one with this other person? I don’t want to limit my dreams just to be with someone, and yet I don’t force anyone to follow my dreams. Perhaps love isn't enough, or sometimes it just isn't as strong as you first suspect it might be. Maybe our paths lead separate ways.
The only issue is that we a two very different people.
Even though you don't want to or mean to, you start to compromise your dreams and hopes when you're in that kind of relationship when people have differing ideals. I love random unpredictability, I long for life experiences, adventure and to backpack around the world… Yet my partner loves the stability of playing his X-box on a flat screen TV, in his own home, and I loathe the constant strait-narrow suburban life where the afternoons consist wondering what in TV that night. I’m happy with renting a shitty little house with second had furniture until I’m 30, just so I have enough money to se the world. Yet, my partner is hopeless with money, and I can’t help but get the impression that his ideals are to buy a house and fill it will all the newest home-living products.
I do love him a lot, and just the thought of not having him in my life brings tears to my eyes… but at the same time the thought of me not fulfilling my dreams kills me inside.. I yearn for this freedom. I know no ones going be able to achieve this but myself and If you want it, you have to sacrifice.
The question is what to do? In a relationship you blend your lives together, but how far does that go? How do you keep your own identity, but still be one with this other person? I don’t want to limit my dreams just to be with someone, and yet I don’t force anyone to follow my dreams. Perhaps love isn't enough, or sometimes it just isn't as strong as you first suspect it might be. Maybe our paths lead separate ways.