Last week I finally brought two sets of my silverware over from my house 'cause I was tired of having to wash off a fork every time I wanted to eat something. It's something I wanted to do before, but ... hesitated. Now, you may be saying, whateva, you brought some forks over, but for me, it was BIG gigantic deal.
Later that same night Mr. SingLikeSassy and I were talking and I said to him that I was scared to sell my house because if for some reason this all goes sour and we don’t work out, where will me and my cats live? And I said, for me, all these little things I bring over in dribs and drabs -- forks, cheese grater, cds -- are GREAT BIG STEPS toward really stepping out on faith with this marriage thing. Up til now, we've been legally married, of course, but in a little part of my brain I've thought of my house as a safety net in case he don’t act right. Once the house is gone, I’ll REALLY be married. There will be no place to run. I am not used to relying on someone else. Like Destiny's Child said, "I take care of me." I'm still adjusting.
Rather than get upset with me or feel hurt, my husband just hugged me real tight and told me that I don't have to sell my house right now if I don't want to do so as he didn't want me feeling trapped or scared.
See why I love him? He *gets* me. I will sell the house, I will step out of the comfort zone, I will trust. Because I love. And he loves, too.