Hi,
I've 24 years old and have been with my boyfriend since I was 19. For a long time, we did long-distance. We met each other after we'd chosen our respective colleges, and so he went to school in the south and I went to school in the north. But we worked hard to see each other, him flying or me flying maybe once every couple months. His was an accelerated program, so by my senior year he was home, and during that year we lived together. After that, with me trying to find a job post-grad and everything, I went home and he lived alone for a while. Then I decided to move in with him again and try to find a job near where he was if I could. I did, and we've been living together since, for about 7 months now, not counting last summer when I went back home to help my family out with our business. (I work in a school, summers off).
SO. Lately I've been having these feelings like I might want to move out. I still really love him, and things are actually really good. I even really like living with him. I can't really complain about any nasty boy habits or anything. Well, maybe dirty clothes everywhere, but anyway. I just feel like I've been with him for so long, and I even lived with him through part of college. I feel this kind of yearning to get out on my own a little bit. Take care of myself. He's done such a good job of taking care of me throughout our relationship that I feel like I've come to depend on him too much. I guess I just always thought I'd been more of an independent girl, and here I am basically living a susie-homemaker lifestyle at 24.
Again, I really want to stress that I still really love him. Right now I can't see anything wrong with our relationship that would make me want to move out. He's literally my best friend.
But sometimes, like I said, I'll just get this nagging feeling...like, I don't want to be *this* settled, at this age, never having gone out and been on my own at all. It almost feels like something inside me is trying to tell me, you'll regret it if you just stay here from here on out.
But then, I'll also have days where I'm like, here I have this boy who I'm in love with, he's in love with me, he's the kindest person, my best friend, and comfort can be nice. Couching it and watching football on Sundays can be nice.
Am I crazy to be thinking these things?
The extreme hesitation I've been having about actually moving forward with moving out (besides online browsing, and even visiting a couple places by myself), is that I worry that at this point in our relationship moving out could mean causing a breakup. There would be less loose ends. Less to tie up if we had a bad patch, you know?
Also, he does know that I've felt this way. He's said he was devastated when I first told him, but he would respect it if that's what I felt like I wanted/needed to do. But then, he's also said he doesn't know whether it would be good or bad for us.
The idealistic part of me thinks it could be good. It could mean both of us finding some time to work on our individual selves, satisfying that itch (for me), and then coming back together as better, more mature versions of ourselves in a little while. (He's a year younger than me by the way).
But the pessimistic part of me really worries that ultimately, at this point, I should be ok with living with him. We've been together long enough. ?=/ The hurt I might cause him by leaving might really damage us. And so on.
Any thoughts on all this would be appreciated. Thanks.