I could think and do things freely (nothing against my ex, he didn’t hold me against my will! I was single for 3 years before I met Angelo on a solo flight I had to Italy. 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. I live in a separate house to my husband and it’s the best thing I ever did…Now, before you wonder what the hell is going on and how we do it, there’s a reason for it.I know the storybooks tell us that it’s better to stay together.But I think there are plenty of people who never should have gotten together to begin with.
And even when I let it out of my chest, it wasn’t love. Telling someone you love them doesn’t mean that you do.
Like most Hasidic Jews (we both became religious later in life), our dating period lasted a very short time. I mean, how you can feel that burning love when you’re sitting at the table discussing how to use the last twenty dollars in your bank account? How can you feel it when you think it makes perfect sense to put your socks on the floor after you’re done with them, and she has this crazy idea that they need to go in the laundry basket? And now, as I’m a bit older and a bit more experienced with this relationship, I’ve finally come to realize something.
There was no way I could keep that dating fire burning as practicality invaded our lives. Something I haven’t wanted to admit for a long time, but is undeniable.
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, it didn’t matter!
So it’s been 11 years and I still get my private time alone and I can decorate in loud, bright colours like I love to. Helena Bonham Carter And what about our sex life, you say? Arriving on his door step in a silk robe unannounced is definitely my idea of fun.