While pouting about the house tonight, needing some sort of outlet for my angst, I realized it had been forever since I’d written here. Life seriously gets in the way sometimes, doesn’t it?

So much has happened since my last visit here.

Mr. A and I have decided to move in together. There is no real point in maintaining two entire households when we are actually living in one. Seems foolish to pay double the bills.

We waited for a few things to happen before deciding whether it would be my place or his that we’d end up calling home.

It became obvious that his place made the most sense. We began planning out our colors, painting and making the house a home we would both feel comfortable in.

I really felt like this was going to be a good thing. He’d even care to clean out his desk and tell me he’d gotten rid of all the old girlfriends phone numbers to make me feel comfortable.

I felt safe. I thought I’d been given the “all clear” to work about the house.

Unfortunately I came across some items that have caused me some uneasiness. Not your typical “arm around ex-girlfriend in front of the Christmas tree” sort of items either.

It’s one thing to realize men watch porn – to attempt to be understanding and let the occasional viewing slide.

Is it wrong of me to insist he get rid of a small collection of pictures and videos that he participated in?

Don’t get me wrong, he has said he will get rid of them – however, I have asked to be there when he does. I just don’t trust that he will dispose of it properly and for whatever reason, he seems to be hanging onto it like it’s some sort of pacifier.

My feelings have also been hurt recently in learning that his ex-girlfriends have experienced a life with him that I haven’t come close to in over a year. Nice restaurants, meeting certain friends and family members, going very different places from what I’m used to. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Sometimes I feel as though I may be too old-fashioned, too sentimental and much too romantic to be involved in a relationship these days.

Then I push all my angst aside and tell myself I’m just over-thinking yet again!