Or go on, go on, go on
If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once
I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff? ~ Fun
The other day I told my significant other that I had had a dream wherein I was, once again, having to look for a place to live.
In the dream, I was begging a girl much more well off than I was to let me be her roommate. I was attempting to persuade her that, while I could not afford to pay her anything close to the going rate in rent, wouldn't it be "better than nothing" to get a small bit of cash from me per month?
You should know that, prior to meeting my boyfriend, my life had been quite precarious for quite some time. It's the price I have paid for being idealistic, I guess you could say, and for wanting to be in the right relationship and the right job. But it has taken a toll.
I woke up full of the insecurity that dream had represented, aware, for the nth time, of how easily my life would crash if anything happened to upset the balance I now have, and which I and everyone know is in great part due to my moving in with my boyfriend.
When I told said boyfriend how scared I was of what would happen to me if anything happened to him, he first asked, "Why?" - which in itself was a bit of an astounding question; and second he said, as a solution, "Just get a job."
Now folks, I have multiple jobs. I do not have a full-time job. The reason I do not have a full-time job is a) due to personal choice of what would be the best style of living for me, after working my a$$ off in a multitude of jobs since I was 12 years old or earlier and b) because my s.o. told me my happiness was the most important thing to him; and so, we decided, together, it would be acceptable for me to leave my last full-time job and begin picking up "gig work" that made me more happy.
It worked. And I'm doing okay, money-wise. But I have no insurance. And if something were to happen to my boyfriend, this lovely life he has made possible for me would disappear. I could not afford to pay for the condo where we live.
I would be back to square one, which is square nowhere.
I couldn't believe how fast my s.o. was to relegate me back to that position in his mind. The very happiness and security that he has provided for me - and which he said was so important to him to provide to me - he saw no problem with that dissolving immediately in his absence. Or he could not imagine that this is exactly what would happen. That my life would plummet. "Getting a job" in the sense that he meant it would in fact ruin the solace I currently have. Honestly, I would not want to live if living meant going back to the "rat race." Yes, of course, that is a viable, practical option - and I have said it myself to others. "Get a job." But to me, that is anathema to everything I value at this point in my life. To have my life be owned again by someone else. To spend all of my time working to make that person wealthier, while I remain in the lower tiers, just making ends meet, and too tired and distracted to do anything for myself.
Like the entire rest of my life up until now.
Do you know what would happen to my boyfriend if I left? Sure, he would miss me. But the worst thing that would happen to his situation is that he wouldn't know where to find anything. That's it. Not being able to locate some pot or pan in the kitchen would be his biggest hardship. The rest of his life, his finances, his job, his spending, would remain exactly the same. In fact, better, of course, because he would no longer be living with me.
My s.o. has a good job - but he has no life insurance and no 401K. He has never thought about that those types of things exist not just for us but to help others when we pass. Or, due to his own experience so far, he doesn't think that someone's passing is that dramatic, financially.
While he has agreed that the condo is mine should he go, he has not added me to his insurance and has not created any kind of safety net, for either one of of us. He has told me that, because of the state of my finances, he does not yet want to marry me. Which I understand. It's scary. And yes, agreeing that I could stay here in his condo is a heart-warming, generous move; however, the actual logistics are that I would be strapped for the months wherein I had to pay the mortgage, trickling away major chunks of what I have managed to save, until I could sell, and then unable to find a decent place I could afford anyway. I can see myself just selling and fucking disappearing.
So today, I'm feeling this mixed message. From this person that actively demonstrates how much he loves me and yet, when posed a certain way, his answer to the question of my existence without him is just for me to return to what my life was like before we met.
Perhaps I fear too much. I know that my boyfriend loves me. I know he is doing everything he feels is right, at this juncture, to help me feel secure, happy, and loved. My fear, my insecurity, my financial problems - my bias that men have it "better" - none of that is his fault, nor his responsibility. I know that he doesn't "own" me. I know I am free.
And I know that he has given me the wonderful gift of breathing room, the chance for me to get my act together so that, if ever anything does happen to him - heavens forbid - I will be okay.
Perhaps love is exactly what makes everything work out in the end.
