Mr. Lyndsy and I have now been married for six months. SIX MONTHS. That may not sound like a lot to most of you, but I’m pretty sure that’s longer than my longest relationship (pre-Mr. Lyndsy). Unsurprisingly, all is still well in the union.
I don’t think I had any idea what to expect when I got married. We didn’t live together before getting married, and as you all know, we hadn’t even spent more than 10 days together at one time. But, living with Mr. Lyndsy is a lot like living with a male version of me. His dirty clothes end up wherever they end up. He thinks he’s lost clothes until we go exploring and find them in the bathroom, extra bedroom, and our bedroom. Sometimes they’re hiding in a backpack. The dishes pile up because both hate doing them. In fairness, they’re mostly mine since I’m home all day… eating.
On a more important level, I had no idea what to expect being around Mr. Lyndsy ALL. THE. TIME. Would I get bored? Would he drive me crazy? What would we do? The only other time I lived with someone it was so dysfunctional I can’t use it as a basis for anything. Besides, everyone is different.
To answer the above questions: I am not bored. At all. I have no idea what it is about Mr. Lyndsy that keeps me constantly intrigued, but I love it. He and I will spend the rest of our lives getting to know each other. He is so passionate about his job that it rubs off on me. I love hearing about his day, the struggles he encountered, and the successes.
He does not drive me crazy. Well, occasionally. But I know that I make him a little nuts too. It’s not anything ragey. Just the, “Well, if I’d known you didn’t want to have dinner with me I WOULD HAVE EATEN ALREADY FOR I AM VERY HUNGRY.” Then it’s just the HANGRY talking. Or when the dishes pile up and he will wash only the cup he needs to us. (However, see above re: dishes being mostly my creation.) I eat something or just do the damn dishes and all is right with the world again. And, if I ask, he will do the dishes. I just hate to ask since I made the mess, not even cooking for US. Just for me.
As for what we do, it’s pretty simple. We watch TV shows together. We’re currently watching Season 4 of The Mentalist. He’s seen them all, but is watching them with me since I haven’t. We’ve watched NCIS: Los Angeles, Criminal Minds, Hawaii Five-O (the new one), and Arrow. We go to the mall. We go to the movies. We go out to eat together and with friends. More than anything, we’re just BEING. Together.
We moved to a new apartment in a city south of Doha. The old apartment was not great. The toilets regularly didn’t work and the only bathtub had a crack in at the front so you couldn’t stand anywhere near it. Made it challenging to shower. And then there was the mold we discovered when we were moving out. It still gives me the heebee-jeebies to think about it. It ruined the back paneling on the wardrobe and on a bookcase. New apartment is mold-free, in a place where I can go walking, and right next to a small park. I love it.
However, the downside is that Mr. Lyndsy doesn’t come home for lunch anymore and I miss him terribly. I think he’s still amused by how excited I get when he finally gets home at night. (It’s like 7:15pm, y’all. SO LONG.) But I am truly and genuinely excited to see him. Every day.
And I hope it stays like that forever.