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Would you ever live apart from your partner?

By Editor   |   27 August 2016   |   3:19 am

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People have always been astonished when I tell them about my living situation. No, I am not homeless, and no, I don’t live in a share house. I am not a gypsy and I am not a backpacker.

In fact, I am happily married and have been for the last 11 years.I live in a separate house to my husband and it is the best thing I ever did…Now, before you wonder what the hell is going on and how we do it, there is a reason for it. I had a husband for 26 years who I lived with and had four children with. He was wonderful, but I couldn’t help but feel stifled in our relationship.

Instead of being two individuals, we became one amalgamated version of ourselves. We would go to the shops together, go out with our friends together… Basically, we didn’t have lives that allowed us to be anything, but attached at the hip.

I was a stay at home mum and he worked at home too, so we barely spent a moment apart in all the years we were married.Lo and behold, we got divorced in 1999 and it opened a whole new world to me. I could think and do things freely (nothing against my ex; he didn’t hold me against my will) and for the first time ever, I had time for me.

I was single for three years before I met Angelo on a solo flight I had to Italy. He was incredible and very kind. We got along like a house on fire, but little did I know it would mean we wouldn’t even share the house…While we were courting, I would stay at his home every few nights and vice versa. We lived around the corner from one another and in my single years, I had made a fabulous little home for myself that I couldn’t bear to give up.

I told Angelo about my predicament when he asked if I would live with him. I asked: “Why can’t we just live apart and still see each other most days?”At first, he was a little shocked, but as we started to get busier with work and grandkids, and it didn’t matter.

So, it has been 11 years and I still get my private time alone and I can decorate in loud, bright colours, like I love to. Angelo has his space and I have mine. Helena Bonham Carter and what about our sex life, you say? Well, we don’t need to plan it; I can be spontaneous.

Arriving on his doorstep in a silk robe unannounced is definitely my idea of fun. We have sexy sleepovers and wine nights and the time apart just makes my heart grow fonder.

I couldn’t think of a better living arrangement. I haven’t learnt to resent him or grow tired or annoyed by him. In fact, we have never had an argument. Now, how crazy do I sound?


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